For quite a long period of time in the annals of family history, my cousin, who is more like a sister, would travel down from Pennsylvania with her 2 girls, and sometimes with her husband in tow. We all had great fun, dying eggs, making delicious meals, hunting for eggs, playing dress up and filming plays ( the girls not the Moms) and sometimes heading out for brunch if we were feeling flush!
If we stayed in, the table was loaded up with strata, sticky buns, fruit, slabs of bacon ( the preferable form of pork over ham), leftover pastries, continuously flowing brewed coffee and one can not leave out the candy from the Easter baskets. Who says it has to be Thanksgiving to overindulge! Phew.
We all loved to eat, so ample food was available including the occasional box(es) of Italian pastries procured from Philadelphia. One year, discussed in the pre weekend planning conversation was the inclusion of a rich Cannoli Cake so naturally it made a one time only appearance followed by a hasty disappearance primarily due to the consumption by myself and my cousin. Where did that cake go??
Thumbing through food magazines in advance of the holiday would inspire our creativity and the 2 most memorable cakes were the magnificent Baked Alaska and a Coconut Cake with sugar cookie flowers simulating a really snazzy edible basket. We did enjoy ourselves, sometimes too much, lingering at the table like beached whales, trading stories from our past.
Now the kids have grown up and are doing their own thing in far flung locations. The appetites and desires are still in tack but getting together is more difficult to do. This year’s dessert was much simpler, less caloric and quickly assembled. Presented to a smaller group of participants at the table we admired and inhaled it as we reminisced about the good ole days, food and former festivities.
Kinda makes you want to get out the old carousel slide projector, gather the family up and click through the pictures, the memories projected with a comfy rhythm on the screen, prompting chit chat and warm feelings throughout!
Till next time we eat, meet, enjoy family, food and baking. Mangia!