Mom’s Boiled Dinner

Winter in our home meant soup at least a couple of times a week when I was growing up. One of our favorites was boiled dinner.   While many boiled dinner recipes call for serving the meat and vegetables on a platter and saving the broth to make a soup later, our boiled dinner was…
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Dad’s Milk Gravy

When I say that my father was not much of a cook, my brother and sisters will accuse me of wild exaggeration.  As they always do, they would bring up the matter of the “prunes and greens” that Dad tried to get us to eat one evening when we were very young.  Our idea of…
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Mom’s Cinnamon Rolls

From my vantage point under the table, I could see that one lady was wearing black stockings.  Thick black stockings.  It was a winter afternoon, so some of the other ladies probably were wearing stockings as well, but I remember only the black ones. Not that I had a fetish for black stockings, but the…
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Gus Gauch’s Macaroni And Cheese

Gus Gauch was a farmer who lived down the road from us in the country. He was also one of the two best fly fishermen on the Namakagon River north of Hayward. When I was eight years old, Gus talked my mother into letting him teach me how to fly fish for trout.  She was…
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