Women’s History Month – Share a Favorite Recipe or Dish From Your Mom or Grandma
Lisa Alzo over at The Accidental Genealogist is posting a series of blogging prompts to Celebrate Women’s History Month in March. The daily prompts give us the opportunity to write about our female ancestors. Today’s prompt is:
Share a favorite recipe from your mother or grandmother’s kitchen. Why is this dish your favorite? If you don’t have one that’s been passed down, describe a favorite holiday or other meal you shared with your family.
Now let me tell you my mom was not the world’s greatest cook. She did all right. Our meals were good but she didn’t have a flair for cooking or the desire to try new or different things. I can say this because I am my mother’s daughter. I cook well enough but I don’t pursue many new recipes or leaf through cookbooks. It’s just not my thing. So cooking or a favorite recipe isn’t something I’d readily associate with my mom. Except for one dish.
My mom’s homemade noodles. Whether it was chicken and noodles or beef and noodles (although I preferred beef and noodles) they were delicious!
I can still see her in the kitchen cracking eggs at the counter. She would separate the egg white from the yolk by pouring it between the two egg shell halves. There would be a bowl where the whites would drop and the separated yolk would go into another bowl. Mom would crack and sift a dozen eggs, then add flour and salt. There may have been other ingredients added that I missed as a kid. My sister has mom’s recipe so I need to get a copy from her.
Mom then rolled that mixture out on the floured counter top adding flour to keep the egg mixture from sticking to the rolling pin. She’d end up with two or three, flat, round sheets of noodles that were placed on dish towels to dry. The drying noodles could be anywhere. On top of the chest freezer, the dryer or on the spare bed to dry.
Once dry Mom would roll the flat noodle into a tube shape and then slice her way up the tube to make the final recognizable noodle. Most times the noodles were saved for our Sunday dinner.
Boy those noodles were delicious! My siblings and I LOVED them. In fact once we were adults we’d all make sure we got our “fair” share of the noodles she’d bring to family gatherings.
Ahh . . . What memories and what I wouldn’t give for a serving of my mom’s beef and noodles today!
Thanks Lisa for the prompt! It sparked lots of good memories.