To have her sitting on the counter or hovering over my shoulder (I’m not quite sure exactly where the dead hover as they watch you cook), yammering away as I mix, fold, roll, and cut, would be too painful.Įvery time The One and I would invite Deborah and her husband, John, over for dinner, she’d call me and ask, “Is it jacket and tie time?” That was code for, Are you making those bow tie cheese straws? She adored them. These bow tie cheese straws are all about our dear friend Deborah, who passed many years ago. The wintry snowflake cake evokes my niece, Megan. Yes, sometimes I even talk to them in absentia. Shrimp and leeks is my not-quite-legal sister-in-law, Diane (I call her that because, as most of you know, The One refuses to marry me). Anything chocolate is The One-all the better if it’s chocolate and peanut butter. It’s as if I’m conjuring these people in the kitchen when I cook. My white chocolate cake with pistachio buttercream frosting brings to mind my friend Carlotta, as does my lemon curd cake, American’s Test Kitchen’s Beef in Barolo, and all things coconut. I’m sure there’s some scientific explanation for this, but I prefer my Theory of the Heart. Certain recipes remind me of certain people. I have an odd habit when it comes to food. These cheese straws, shaped like bow ties, call for two types of Cheddar cheese, Parmesan, and a kick of heat from cayenne.
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