Wednesday, March 24, 2010

VEAL SCALLOPINI - Remembering Childhood

GUEST POST FOR LOVEFEAST TABLE

As each and every one of my gentle readers knows, writing is my passion and the writing for my blog is fueled by my life stories, memories, travels and the food that I have eaten – and cooked and baked – along the way. When my wonderful friends of LoveFeast Table, Kristin and Chris Ann, very kindly asked if I would write up a food-related memory for a guest post on their blog, I was both thrilled and honored. Honored that they enjoyed my blog and my writing enough to offer me this special place on their own blog, and thrilled because I love their blog and I think they are both wonderful, fun and generous people, two women that I do consider friends, and I was so happy to share their Table with them. And this story immediately popped right into my head. I didn’t really have to dig very deeply for a food-related childhood memory, and what a story!

Now food memories, one would think, especially written for a food blog, should be happy memories full of delicious meals, culinary discoveries and joyous, festive times. But, as I know so well, this is not always the case. Good food can make a good memory even better, but bad food can very well accentuate a bad experience, keeping it buried deep in the mind, the two ever related, coming back to haunt again and again.


Here is that story, that very special food-related memory. But don’t worry, it all ends well. Very well, I must say, with one fabulous recipe of my mom’s: her wonderful Veal Scallopini. Definitely a recipe to try!


Thank you, Kristen and Chris Ann for inviting me to your
LoveFeast Table!


VEAL SCALLOPINI – Remembering Childhood

It was just 3 or 4 days shy of my ninth birthday. I had dreamed of owning a “big bike”, moving from a kid’s small bicycle to an adult-sized beauty, just like the big kids, and here it was! My new bicycle, a beautiful deep blue, standing tall and proud in the garage just waiting for my birthday, a siren’s call to climb aboard and ride off into the sunset. Well, at least ride off in the sunshine to school.

But it was still a couple of days or so until my birthday and my mom said that as it was my birthday present I would just have to be patient and wait! No! Unfair! How could I possibly ride to school even one more day on my “kid’s” bike when this grown-up one was here, standing right in front of me, tempting me, practically mocking me? Well, I simply would not put up with it! Action was called for! So, the next day I got up, ate breakfast, got dressed and grabbed my books and went to my mom and proclaimed “I am taking my new bike to school!” Well, she put her foot down and said “No!” Well, no way was I riding the other bike to school so I simply refused to go. Period. Now, I had always been the “good girl”, the one who never missed a day of school, never cheated, never lied, never went against the rules. But here I was, faced with a dilemma, having to take what was practically a political, ideological stance and there was no way I was going to back down. I just would not go to school. But mom, ever pragmatic, stood her ground and told me, “You can make your own decision about school, but as far as I am concerned, you have gone to school, so outside you go. Where you spend your day is up to you but it won’t be in this house. And there is a perfectly good lunch waiting for you in the school cafeteria, so don’t think that you’ll be allowed in the house at noon for lunch!”

Mom

Hop on over to LoveFeast Table for the rest of this riveting story and a fantastic recipe…

18 comments:

LoveFeast Table said...

Jamie,
Thank you so much for joining us at the Table! Your memory made us smile and evoked memories from our childhoods as well! It also gave us some great parenting tips! ;) You are a wonderful lady and we are happy to call you sister!
At the Table,
Kristin and Chris Ann

Sarah, Maison Cupcake said...

Great guest post, I've just popped on through and left my comments there.

Ana Powell said...

Hi
Many thanks for sharing your wonderful stories with us, I really love reading your posts and of course seeing your delicious recipes.
Your work is fantastic x

Rambling Tart said...

Wonderful story, Jamie! And your Mom is beautiful :-)

Mary said...

It was a wonderful story, Jamie. Your Mom's Scallopini looks quite good. She is beautiful.

Lorraine @ Not Quite Nigella said...

Beautiful post and as always your writing is evocative and beautiful Jamie! I'm not surprised that they asked you to write for them! :D

Sippity Sup said...

Are you a neatnik like your Mom? I am... Your mom's kitchen is spotless.

I love LOVE FEAST and am so jealous that you were invited to dinner over there. I bet the conversation is lively, or maybe everybody is going to be all quite 'cuz they are too busy eating that scallopini! GREG

MyKitchenInHalfCups said...

Liver and Onions ... priceless story!
Your mom is beautiful.
So glad to know somebody else's mom did not feel she was put on this earth to cook. Mine was put on this earth to make beautiful violin music ;)

Deeba PAB said...

Wonderful memories Jamie, and I love the way you weave them with food! Your Mom is gorgeous!!

Jamie said...

@Sippity Sup - my mom's kitchen wasn't neat it was bare! And neither of us are neatniks (except compared to my sister who is a hoarder!).

Thanks for all the compliments on my writing and my story. That means the world to me :-)

Heavenly Housewife said...

Loved the post, and the dish looks delicious, as always.
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ABowlOfMush said...

Wow, what a gorgeous scallopini!

Look so delicious. Lovely post!

Gera @ SweetsFoodsBlog said...

Very nice story and memories Jaime. Of course the scallopini are glorious!

Cheers,

Gera

Kitchen Butterfly said...

Heading on over....and oh, your story brings back memories of parents.....and growing up!!!!!

5 Star Foodie said...

Wonderful story and a terrific recipe, the veal scallopini sound terrific in that yummy sauce!

Natashya KitchenPuppies said...

Delicious! And I love that photo of your mom.

Katy ~ said...

Hugs. Just hope you know how great you are.

asiangrrl said...

At first, I didn't see the tiny tiny sentence telling me to go elsewhere to finish reading the story, and I thought, "What happened????" The story is a touching one, and the scallopini looks gorgeous. Did you enjoy the bike once you got it?

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