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Cover of Daddy's Little Girl

Thank You!

I have so much to thank you for and I know I’ve said it before, this day, this Father’s Day, I feel the need to say it again.  And this time it’s going to be harder because I don’t know if you can hear me and I don’t have an address where to send this letter.  Of course, I can always fall back on my Catholic upbringing and hope and assume you are in heaven and in that case, you must be with Mom too.

But this day is about you;  As an only child who lost her mother when I was 9, you played a bigger than life role in my life.  All little girls adore their fathers, I was certainly no exception and for those few years when you had to be both Mommy and Daddy, you were my whole world.  I wanted to be Daddy’s Little Girl forever.

It must have been really hard for you!  I didn’t fully realize just how hard it must have been until I was in my own adulthood.  Like all children, being totally self-centric, even as I grew up I only thought of my own pain and loss. I don’t know at what point it occurred to me just how young you were and how the burden of being a single parent must have been on you AND then it was even later before I realized the daily pain you must have felt losing the love of your life, my mother, Helen.  She was only 33 years old so I guess you were probably around the same age.   Those evenings around the supper table just you and me and the empty chair are forever ingrained in my mind while you sat and stared into some place and time not in the present.  A broken heart, a full-time job to support me, a house to take care of, a child to rear and feed and nurture. Wow Dad, you rocked!

I am ever grateful to you for the parenting and nurturing you gave me that set me on the path of the person I’ve become.  Along the way, I ‘ve made a lot of mistakes, some which you tried to talk me out of and some which I guess I had to experience in order to learn a lesson.

But this day is just not about my lamenting the loss of my dear Dad, it’s also about memories held dear and thankfulness for hundreds, no thousands of big and little things, ideas, principles, values, and fun times.

So thank you Dad for so many memories….teaching me to tie my shoes, getting me a dog, letting me sit on your lap as you read even when I was way too big to do so.  For making me kites from road maps and making them bigger than any store-bought one with long tails, and letting me take even more maps to cover my school books, for letting me be a tomboy and because you worked for J & E Stevens, bringing home the best cap guns and holsters ever.  Thank you for teaching my friends and I how to water ski, for taking me along with you to pick the first dandelions of the season by Wadsworth Falls,  for giving me a jack knife and trusting me with it.  For teaching me how to fish and taking me deep sea fishing with you, for building stilts for me and for teaching me about shooting marbles.  Thank you for finding the money to send me to St. John’s School where I received such a good basic education, that those of us who went there were all bumped up an English grade in Junior HS.  You were the one who fixed the broken zipper on my dress an hour before I was supposed to leave for a dance and you were the one who was angry at me when you found out I was smoking!  Thank you for instilling in me the joy of reading, the value and satisfaction of growing flowers and vegetables, for taking us on vacation to the beach either in Maine or Rhode Island where I learned to love the smell of the ocean and body surf the waves. 

Thank you Dad for standing by me when I made the decision to get a divorce, for getting me a calf and raising it so we could slaughter it and have beef for a year, for teaching me to drive a stick shift car and for letting me play jacks on the dining room floor even though it probably scratched it up a lot.  I have great memories of you and Susan’s Dad, Bill and us all sledding at night down Spencer Drive, and of the clam bakes, pig roasts and other block parties that I know you were the instigator and I inherited that gene and passed it on to my own daughter.

Thank  you taking me clamming with you and teaching me how to eat clams on the half shell even when I was still small enough to sit in the bushel basket where  you put the clams you found.  For being the “fix-it” Dad that you were fixing all kinds of things around my apartment and house for years and years.  For always getting me a big pumpkin at Halloween and carving the best faces!  You were so involved in making the holidays special whether it was pumpkin carving or coloring Easter eggs with me and being the Dad in the neighborhood who got all the fireworks for Fourth of July and giving me sparklers, black snakes and poppers. Thank you for letting me plaster pictures of Elvis Presley all over my bedroom door and for buying me his records and my own Hi-Fi portable record player.

Thank you keeping the memory of my mother alive and marrying my stepmother so I wouldn’t grow up motherless.  I miss you Dad – there are many times when I reach for the phone to call you and ask you something and then I remember I can’t do that anymore.  This past week, I drove to CT to see Susan and on the way I passed the Stella D’Oro Cookie Factory, where when we drove past it on our way to see Grandma, we could smell the cookies baking and I knew we were getting close to her apartment.  Well the cookie smells have been gone a long time since the factory closed the manufacturing end and just used the building as headquarters.  Two days ago, I was saddened to see a For Sale sign on the building.  Just another incident in the passage of time and a reminder of days gone by, days spent with you Dad.

NEW YORK SPEAKS

It’s FAB FOTO FRIDAY and I’ve got some wonderful photos to share with you.  First off, I have an announcement;  I am introducing a new category of photos and morphing another one into it.  Only in New York is now going to be included in New York Speaks.   Think of New York Speaks as images depicting the voice of New York City.  The City speaks to us;  sometimes shouting out loud for attention, sometimes whispering in its stillness and beauty, sometimes informing, sometimes warning.  I think you’ll find this to be a great addition to the blog and as you are all well aware, 99,9% of the photos are shot in New York City and more specifically Manhattan.  The City is so big and like a Rubik’s Cube, it has many sides.  We’re lucky enough to have Murray Head scouring the town for us, capturing the smiling faces of kids playing in this big playground of a city, dogs romping in the park, hawks and owls and the many, many species of birds and flowers that inhabit Central Park, as well as glimpses of the massive architecture and snippets of the City’s varied and colorful denizens.

This week New York Speaks  is a reference to a very famous line in a movie shot here in New York City.  In Midnight Cowboy, Dustin Hoffman as Ratso Rizzo is crossing a busy Manhattan street and a taxi cab cuts in front of him;  He pounds his fist on the hood of the cab and says, “Hey, I’m walkin’ here”.  New York is walking, talking and always moving. 

Fifth Avenue, Walk sign, New YOrk City,

WALK Don't! Run

recycling bottles and cans, collecting cans for money

Strolling and Trolling for Nickels

bumble bee, honey bee, Central Park, Conservatory Gardens, New York City

Almost Motionless in Mid-Air

stop light, bird's nest, new york city

STOP

Wicked, policeman, bike rider, new york city

GREEN Means GO

concrete mixer

Mixing It Up, Pouring It Out

 

My friend Gail sent me this today, and I believe she got from a web site called Mental Floss and I think it makes a perfect Thursday’s Top Ten Lis

What’s in a (bizarre) name? Here are ten strangely named places and the stories, legends and theories about their origins.

1. Santa Claus, Indiana

In 1854, a group of pioneers settled in southwest Indiana and established a small town called Santa Fe. But when they applied to get a post office two years later, they were turned down. There was already another Santa Fe, Indiana, with a post office. The new Santa Fe would need a new, distinct name to get one of their own.

Fact and legend blur when it comes to how the town settled on calling itself Santa Claus. The standard version of the story goes like this: the townspeople held several meetings over the next few months to select a new name, but could not agree on one. The last town meeting of the year was held late on Christmas Eve after church services. During the debate, a gust of wind blew open the church doors and everyone heard the ringing of sleigh bells close by. Several children got excited and shouted “Santa Claus!” A light bulb went off in someone’s head and by Christmas morning, the town had a new name.

2. Intercourse, Pennsylvania

intercoursepa1.jpgThe town of Cross Keys, nestled in Pennsylvania’s Amish country, changed its name to Intercourse in 1814. How and why is anybody’s guess. There are a few explanations floating around about the origin of the name, but none with a lot of solid evidence to back them up.

One story ties it to a racetrack that used to exist just east of the town. The entrance to the track had a sign above it that read “Enter Course.” Locals began to refer to the town as “Entercourse,” which eventually evolved into “Intercourse.”

Another proposed origin has to do with an old usage of the word intercourse—everyday social and business connections and interactions.

3. Toad Suck, Arkansas

A widely accepted story about Toad Suck’s name dates back to the days of steamboat travel on the Arkansas River. Toad Suck sits along the river and its tavern was a frequent stop for boatmen, who were said to “suck on the bottle until they swelled up like toads.”

Dr. John L. Ferguson, late director of the Arkansas History Commission, proposed an alternate explanation. He thought it was likely that, since the first Europeans to thoroughly explore the area were French, the name was an English corruption of a French word (like how aux Arcs became Ozarks).

This Arkansas travel website runs with Ferguson’s idea and muses at length about the different words and phrases that could have given rise to Toad Suck, including eau d’ sucre, chateau d’ sucré and coté eau d’ sucre.

4. Glen Campbell, Pennsylvania

This small (pop. 306 as of the 2000 census) borough in Western PA isn’t named after the Glen Campbell famous for “Rhinestone Cowboy” and “Wichita Lineman.” Instead, it’s named in honor of Cornelius Campbell, the first superintendent of the Glenwood Coal Company, which operated the mines in the area. The Glen in the name comes from the Scottish word for a valley.

5. Eighty Eight, Kentucky

Eighty Eight is an unincorporated town in Barren County. According to the New York Times, Dabnie Nunally, the town’s first postmaster, came up with name. Nunnally didn’t think very highly of his handwriting, and thought that using a number as the town’s name would make legibility on mail less of an issue. To come up with the numbers, he reached into his pocket and counted his change. He had 88 cents.

An alternate explanation sometimes floated around is that Eighty Eight is located eight miles from each of its neighboring towns—Glasgow to the west and Summer Shade to the east. (According to Google Maps, however, Summer Shade is actually about five miles away.)

6. Eighty Four, Pennsylvania

Eighty Four is a small unincorporated community southwest of Pittsburgh. It was originally named Smithville, but Pennsylvania already had a Smithville (also a New Smithville), so the USPS required a name change to avoid postal confusion. The true origin of the name is unknown, but it’s been suggested that the number comes from the town’s place along the 84th mile of the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad line, or the year the post office was built.

7. Ding Dong, Texas

The fact that Ding Dong is in central Texas’ Bell County is a funny coincidence. The county was named for Governor Peter Bell, and the town for resident and businessman Zulis and his nephew Bert (no relation to the governor).

The Bells ran a general store and hired a local painter named C.C. Hoover to make a sign for their business. Hoover supposedly illustrated the sign with two bells inscribed with the Bells’ names, and then wrote “Ding Dong” coming out the bottom of the bells. As a rural community grew around the area, the words stuck as a name for the place.

8. Cut and Shoot, Texas

In the early 1900s, trouble was brewing in a small, unnamed community a little north of Houston. Different versions of a local legend say that the townspeople were either fighting over the new steeple for the town’s church; the matter of which denominations could use the building (and when); or the land claims of church members.

Whatever the reason, the townspeople had gathered near the church and were on the brink of violence. A boy at the scene supposedly declared to his family that he was going to take up a tactical position and “cut around the corner and shoot through the bushes.”

The matter was eventually taken before the court. When the judge asked one witness where the confrontation had taken place, he didn’t know what to call it, since the town didn’t have a name. He told the judge, “I suppose you could call it the place where they had the cutting and shooting scrape,” and the name stuck.

9. Idiotville, Oregon

Idiotville is a ghost town and former logging community northwest of Portland. Most of its former residents worked at a nearby logging camp called Ryan’s Camp. Because of the camp’s remote location, locals said that only an idiot would work and live there. They began referring to the surrounding area as Idiotville. The name was eventually borrowed for a nearby stream, Idiot Creek, and officially applied to the community on maps.

10. Knockemstiff, Ohio

Knockemstiff is a small rural town in south central Ohio. Several legends give different explanations for the name. One says that in the 1800s, a traveling preacher entering town came across two women fighting over a man. The preacher doubted the man was worth the trouble and said that someone should “knock him stiff.”

Another similar story has it that a woman went to a preacher to complain that her husband was cheating on her. The preacher’s straightforward advice became a motto around town, and eventually its name. Yet another explanation is that the name is slang for the moonshine or homemade liquor that many of the locals manufactured.

 

Tortellini

Tortellini

This seemed like the perfect Sunday night supper, however that never happened! It turns out that this very night, this Tuesday was the perfect night for this meal.  I made the components of the dish during the day and put it together when we got home from the movies.  The time spent is all in the prep so it is a good dish to serve if you are going to be busy at night but have some free time during the day or night before.

TORTELLINI SUMMER SALAD

1 pkg  (20 oz) of cheese tortellini

1 red sweet pepper, cored, thinly sliced (about 1 cup)

1 red onion, peeled, thinly  cut ( about 3/4 cup)

1 small bunch of asparagus, trimmed, cut in 1  1/2″ pieces

Sea salt and cracked black pepper to taste

2 TBS Wegman’s basting oil*, divided

1 zucchini, trimmed, 1/4″ dice (2 cups)

3 TBS pine nuts

1 pint of grape tomatoes, halved

1 pkg (7 oz) Italian Basil Pesto Sauce

1/2 tsp Tobasco Sauce

15 basil leaves finely sliced

Preheat oven 450 degrees

Cook pasta according to directions, drain, rinse with cold water and set aside,

Season pepper, onions, and asparagus with salt and pepper;  toss with 1 TBS basting oil.  Transfer to baking sheet; arrange in single layer.  Roast 10-12 minutes, turn halfway thru cooking time. Remove from baking sheet and set aside.

Season zucchini with salt and pepper; toss with remaining 1 TBS oil. Transfer to baking sheet arranged in single layer.  Roast 5-7 minutes until tender but not browned.  Remove from oven.  Add to pepper mix. Chill 1 hour.

Toast pine nuts in small pan on MEDIUM, 3 minutes, stirring till slightly toasted.  ( I used a toaster oven). Remove, set aside.

Add tomatoes, pesto, Tobasco sauce, basil, pine nuts, and veggie mix.  Season to taste with salt and pepper. Serve chilled

* Basting Oil is basically Olive Oil and chopped basil and parsley.

Chef Tips – Prepare 1 day in advance for the flavors to meld.  You can substitute  Tomato Pesto sauce .









Unfortunately I wasn’t out and about much today so I don’t know just how seriously Flag Day was observed in New York City.  I know in Ocean Grove, the flags are flying everywhere.  Of course they fly everywhere there pretty much all the time, except maybe winter, when many are brought in for the cold and ice season.

Betsy Ross

Remembering Betsy Ross

The American Flag, stars and stripes forever

Flying the Flag

American flag, stars and stripes

Ripples of Glory

celebrate, fireworks

Celebrate

American flags

A Stand of American Flags

Furling the flag

Furling the flag!

Strawberry Ice Cream with Strawberries

Sweet & Smooth Strawberry Ice Cream

Ok, so it never really went away BUT I’m just so excited that I have a few contributions from readers and that always makes blue Mondays, happy Mondays.

Wind can stop any time now – Lorraine

I used to pinch, now pluck – Susan Celtic Lady

I believe in love, that’s all – Heather

Count down, how many more days? – Susan Celtic Lady

Sweet, seductive, slippery, sexy – ice creamMe

And as I like to continue to inspire response from you all, here are some Six Word Memoirs from “the book”.  The Six Word Memoirs in this book are written by writers, famous and obscure, which category would you like to be in?

Nothing profound, I just sat around – Daniel Rosenburg

Found true love, married someone else – Bjorn Stromberg

Others left early: he continued looking – Anthony Swoffurd

Shy Jersey kid, overcompensating ever since – Ariel Kaminer

Dad died, mom crazy, me, too. – Moby

After reading that last one, it is the perfect segué to what is the obvious theme for next Monday.  Father’s Day is Sunday and I think it would be the perfect time to express our thoughts, feelings, love and emotions around our Dad, Father, Poppy – whatever you call him, please share with us some thing, some memory, some something about Dad.  We will publish them all next Monday.

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Map of Governor's Islan

Yes there is a Governor’s Island in Manhattan and  last week it was the venue for Veuve Cliquot’s Annual Polo Classic.  This year the beneficiary of this fund-raiser was Donna Karan’s Hope, Help & Rebuild Haiti fund.  The glitterati were out in full force, Marc Jacobs among them with Hugh Jackman and Nacho Figueras co-hosting the event!  Put those two together in one place and the audience will be replete with beautiful women and fashionistas of both sexes.  Yesterday’s blog featured some of the more adventurous hats and costumes.  

Governor’s Island has a rich and interesting history, changing hands a few times and practically abandoned at others.  My husband and I had occasion to visit Governor’s Island a couple of years ago just as they were planning to re-open it to the public and allow its acreage to be used for events.  It was fascinating to clamber through the Fort Jay, visit the school house, the theater and inspect some of the numerous dwellings still intact through the care of the government but at that time not being utilized fully. Here’s brief history:

The Native Americans of the Manhattan region referred to the island as Pagganck (“Nut Island”) after the Island’s plentiful hickory, oak, and chestnut trees. Its location made the Island a perfect fishing camp for local tribes, and many residents of the area used the island seasonally. In June of 1637, Wouter Van Twiller, representative of Holland, purchased Governors Island from the Native Americans of “Manahatas” for two ax heads, a string of beads, and a handful of nails. Though he was a representative of the Dutch government, Van Twiller purchased the island for his private use. The island, thereafter known as Noten Eylant or Nutten Island, was confiscated by the Dutch government a year later.

Dutch and British Control
In 1664, the English captured New Amsterdam, renaming it New York, and took Nutten Island, which had been left unfortified by the Dutch.  The command of the island changed hands a few times, however, eventually the British retained control  of the island for “the benefit and acomodation of His Majesty’s Governors.” Although it was not officially named until 1784, it thus came to be called Governors Island.

For more than 200 years, it was used as a military facility by British and American forces. Following the British evacuation of New York in 1776, Americans fortified the island for fear of further advances by the British navy, however during an August siege, the Americans had to retreat from Long Island and Governors Island. After the revolution, the island reverted back to New York State and remained inactive for several years. In 1794, with the country in need of a system of coastal defenses, construction began on Fort Jay on high ground in the center of the island. In 1800, New York transferred the island to the U.S. government for military use. Between 1806 and 1809, the U.S. Army reconstructed Fort Jay and built Castle Williams on a rocky outcropping facing the harbor. During the War of 1812, artillery and infantry troops were concentrated on Governors Island.

The island continued to serve an important military function until the 1960s. During the American Civil War, it was used for recruitment and as a prison for captured Confederate soldiers. Throughout World War I and II, the island served as an important supply base for Army ground and air forces.

Physically, the island changed greatly during the early 20th century. Using rocks and dirt from the excavations for the Lexington Avenue Subway, the Army Corps of Engineers supervised the deposit of 4,787,000 cubic yards of fill on the south side of Governors Island, adding 103 acres of flat, treeless land by 1912 and bringing the total acreage of the island to 172. In 1918, the Army built the Governors Island Railroad, which consisted of 1-¾ miles of track and three flat cars carrying coal, machinery, and supplies from the pier to shops and warehouses. Six years later, a municipal airport was proposed for the island. Instead, Liggett Hall, a large structure designed by architecture firm McKim, Mead & White, was built and became the first Army structure to house all of the facilities for an entire regiment.

Coast Guard Era
With the consolidation of U.S. Military forces in 1966, the island was transferred to the Coast Guard. This was the Coast Guard’s largest installation, serving both as a self-contained residential community, with an on-island population of approximately 3,500, and as a base of operations for the Atlantic Area Command and Maintenance and Logistics Command as well as the captain of the Port of New York.

Over the years, Governors Island has served as the backdrop for a number of historic events. In 1986, the island was the setting for the relighting of the newly refurbished Statue of Liberty by President Ronald Reagan. In 1988, President Reagan hosted a U.S.-U.S.S.R. summit with Mikhail Gorbachev on Governors Island, and in 1993, the United Nations sponsored talks on the island to help restore democratic rule in Haiti.

In 1995, the Coast Guard closed its facilities on Governors Island and, as of September 1996, all residential personnel were relocated. President Clinton designated 22 acres of the island, including the two great forts, as the Governors Island National Monument in January 2001, and on April 1, 2002, President George W. Bush, Governor Pataki, and Mayor Bloomberg announced that the United States would sell Governors Island to the people of New York for a nominal cost, and that the island would be used for public benefit. At the time of the transfer, deed restrictions were created that prohibit permanent housing and casinos on the island. On January 31, 2003, 150 acres of Governors Island were transferred to the people of New York. The remaining 22 acres were declared the Governors Island National Monument, which is managed by the National Park Service.

Source of information: Wikipedia

Nacho Figueras (swoooooon)


FAB FOTO FRIDAY

It was a gorgeous day in Manhattan with blue skies and sun shining down on Governor’s Island where an audience of fashionistas, philanthropists and glitterati gathered to watch a Polo Match.  The occasion was the annual Veuve Clicquot Polo Classic. 

Donna Karan visited Haiti after the devastating  earthquake last year and was deeply moved by the artistic spirit of the people.  She came home and set up Hope Help & Rebuild Haiti.  Veuve Clicquot chose it as the beneficiary of their annual Polo Classic, Hugh Jackman (one good-looking Aussie) and Nacho (one hunky Argentinian) co-hosted and thus a major social and charitable event is born.  It was held on Governor’s Island, a place in New York City rich in history and so this will be a two part blog post;  But first, the fashionistas because they constitute a very classy, eclectic FAB FOTO FRIDAY.

Wearing the colors of the day!

Veuve Cliquot polo classic, Governor's Island, Nacho, Donna Karan, Hope help and rebuild Haiti

Exquisitely Green

Governor's Island, Veuve Clicquot Polo Classic, Hope Help & Rebuild Haiti, Donna Karan

Up, Up and Away Hat

Donna Karan Hope Help & Rebuild Haiti, Veuve Clicquot Polo Classic, Governor's Island

Let Me Show You My .....Hat

Veuve Cliquot Polo Classic, Governor's Island, Donna Karan, Nacho

Perky, Pretty, Pink and Purple

Donna Karan hope help & rebuild haiti, Nacho, Governor's Island

Seersucker Suit and a Bow Tie

Governor's Island, Donna Karan, Veuve Clicquot Polo Classic

Saucy Pink Saucer Hat on the Side

She's Got A Big Pair of ....Sunglasses and A Pink Hat

The Colors of Clicquot

Veuve Clicquot Champagne

The Sponsor

Hope Help & Rebuild Haiti

The Benefactress - Donna Karan

All photos courtesy of Murray Head

My old and dear friend, Susan sent me this charming little story about Grandma’s aprons.  Of course it took me back to a time when I remember my own Grandma, standing in the kitchen in her “Cobbler‘s Apron”, because that’s the kind she preferred and she used to make them herself.  I remember my own mother wearing the more traditional short, tie-it-around-your-waist version and having many;  Some were the kind she put on just before the company came, crisp, clean and often frilly. 

fancy aprons

Hostess Aprons

When I was a young wife, I asked my Grandmother to make me some Cobbler Aprons and she gave me two.  I still have one (which unfortunately I can no longer fit in) and one I gave to my daughter.  I think she still has it, I hope she does.

Today’s aprons are very different and are more associated with grilling than cooking although lately I’ve taken to wearing one more often than not when I cook.  I mean how many times do I have to send a tee shirt or blouse to the cleaners before I learn that it’s quite possible that I will a) spill something on myself, b) splash something on myself or c) the oil will spatter on me!!  Well I have about 4 of these pseudo-chef aprons; a black one with various pasta shapes and their names on the front, a white one with a big blue whale courtesy of a Westchester real estate company, and two favorites; one with penguins on the front and lined in pink – just perfect for me and my husband’s niece, Dani made it.  The other favorite is a black apron with the just these words so near and dear to my heart – something like “All I ask is that you treat me with the same respect as Martha”. – Love it!  But enough about me, here’s the lovely little story which if you’re old enough will take you back to another  simpler time.

What a sweet memory!

McCall's pattern, cobbler apron

Just Like My Grandma Made

McCall's pattern cobbler apron

Cobbler's Apron


    Remember making aprons in Home Ec class?

I don’t think our kids know what an apron is and they certainly don’t have Home Ec classes.  The principal use of  Grandma’s apron was to protect the  dress underneath because she only had a few and it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and aprons used less material.  But along with that….

It served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven.

It was wonderful for drying children’s tears.

From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs and fussy chicks.

When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids.

And when the weather was cold, Grandma wrapped it around her arms.

Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow bent over the stove.

Chips and kindling were brought into the kitchen in that apron for the wood stove or fireplace.

From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls.

In the fall, the apron was used to bring in the apples that had fallen from the trees.

When unexpected company drove up, it’s surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.

It was a super place to hide a marble, a piece of candy or almost anything in Nana’s pocket.  

apron with pockets , cobble apron, house dress apron

Grandma' s Apron

When it was time for dinner, Grandma would go out to the porch, wave her apron and the menfolk would know it was time to come in from the fields for dinner. (This is more Hollywood than any memory I would have).

It will be a long time before anyone invents anything as useful as Grandma’s apron.



Littleneck clams, small hard clams, species Me...

Little Neck Clams

You know I LOVE shopping at Wegman’s and one the best features of the store is that fact that often when you walk in, you see Gus over to the left and you know to make a bee line directly to him to see what he is cooking up!  Well the other day it was clams!  Gus was grilling some Little Neck clams and preparing them in a way that never occurred to me.  He handed me a warm little half clam shell with the clam and a tiny piece of steamed asparagus in it and it was drizzled with Wegman’s  Garlic Cheese Finishing Butter.

If you recall my very long Memorial Day blog, you know that I served these clams as an appetizer.  They were different, delicious and fairly easy to make.  Of course it is easier to do when you have the ingredients available the way Wegman’s does;  The clams were in a net bag, the asparagus were a gorgeous green, uniform in size and packaged in a micro-wavable pouch and Wegman’s carries a line of finishing butters which come in small round containers, slightly bigger than a disk of cream cheese you might get at a restaurant.

Steam or grill the clams till they open.

Steam your asparagus for a couple of minutes in the microwave.

Melt a container of Wegman’s Garlic Cheese Finishing Butter.

I put the clams on the stove to steam open.   I put the asparagus in the microwave and then put the finishing butter in the microwave to melt.

With slotted spoon, I removed the clams to a colander in the sink and proceed to remove one half of the shells.   I quickly sliced a few asparagus into tiny pieces and put one piece on each clam and then just drizzled the melted butter on each.  It was a great presentation to bring a platter of these to the table

Here’s what I learned – I should have used just the tips of the asparagus because it would have looked nicer and you can always serve the rest of the asparagus minus the tips as a side dish later.  The clams didn’t stay hot while I went through the process of opening and discarding one shell and then topping with asparagus and butter.  A good chef has every component prepped so he or she can just add the ingredients as needed.  I thought I had but I found myself cutting up asparagus or trimming pieces to make them smaller because the clams are tiny.  Next time I will put the finished clams on a baking sheet and warm them up a bit before putting them on the platter.  I was using my Melmac so that wasn’t going in the oven and was too large for the microwave.    To improvise if you can’t find finishing butter, for this dish, I believe melted butter with some garlic powder or garlic salt in it and maybe some finely chopped Italian parsley would be fine.