[Sca-cooks] OT (?) Winter Favorites

[Anne]

Oh yes -- I remember fall football games in New Jersey -- air so clean
and sharp it almost hurt your nose to breathe it ... the lingering
aroma of cider as we walked to and from the game ... the sharp tang of
moss growing between the cobblestones ... the creamy hot chocolate
smells wafting up in visible threads from cups wrapped in bright
mittens ... coming home to a crackling wood fire, overlaid with
delicate scents of pie -- pumpkin, cherry and mince ... and over it
all, a scented wash of roast turkey, smothered in sage, onion and
celery seed, yams with melted marshmallows and pecans ... *drool* ... 
:)

Thanks for the inspiration .... many happy memories ....

Juliane Rose


On Sun, 31 Oct 2004 09:58:29 -0800 (PST), Chris Stanifer
<jugglethis at yahoo.com> wrote:
> The 'beef per gallon' thread got me to thinking about my now-too-infrequent Autumn and Winter
> walks along the riverbank, and the favorite foods I always seem to make (and crave) this time of
> year.
> 
> As a seed for discussion, I'd like to open up with a few of my favorites, and invite anyone else
> to saunter with me down Memory Lane, and add their favorites to the list...
> 
> 1) The riverbank, a sharp snap of chill in the air, a light haze of fog rolling off the water, and
> an audible silence which is so often lacking in the hustle and bustle of the city a few miles
> away... my toes are cold through my shoes, my ears and nose are sharp with the river-chill, and
> the soft sigh of my exhale is clearly visible as tendrils of smoke and mist.... I carry a thermos
> of rich, piping hot homemade beef broth, and a crusty baguette in my knapsack.  Somewehere,
> through the mist, a large bird lands on a nearby tree, and a snapping twig frightens a small
> creature just out of view.
> 
> 2)  A roaring fire, pushing the groping hands of Winter back towards the walls, back towards the
> pale shadows dancing across the eggshell and artwork.... the air is thick with the warm,
> comforting aromas of woodsmoke, freshly brewed coffee, and the salt-and-pepper scent of a large,
> beefy roast in the oven.  I don't often roast anything in the Spring or Summer, but find myself
> yearning for them when the air turns chilly.  They seem to take me back to my childhood days, when
> I would come in from playing in the bitter cold, chilled to the bone, and be immediately embraced
> by the comforting aroma of a perfectly seasoned roast in the oven, and the image of my mother
> standing over a pot of freshly-mashed potatoes, as if she were guarding the secret to their
> perfection.  To this day, I am unable to replicate her mashed potatoes...
> 
> 3)  Huddled under the blanket, early winter morning, a fog delay or a weekend.... I can smell the
> warm scent of freshly baked biscuits wafting into my room from the kitchen....followed hard upon
> by the sweet, buttery, creamy aroma of my favorite southern biscuit topper....Chocolate Gravy !!!
> "Does anyone want breakfast?".... how could you not??
> 
> William de Grandfort
> 
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