This was a very popular post from December 17,2015, especially during the holiday season and into the New Year. Anna served it as part of her Christmas Eve meal appetizer offering this year. Just can’t tell you how good this is so you will have to experience it for yourself.
Don’t be afraid of the horseradish! It’s a subtle kick and the sweetness of the preserves and marmalade pair well with it.
I must apologize for the size of the cream cheese block on the image. Someone–who shall remain nameless–decided to cut a chunk off for their bagel one morning. Although the whipped cream cheese container was RIGHT NEXT TO IT. Just sayin’. I really need to label my blog recipe ingredients or something.
And a shout out for holding on to your Mom’s wedding china. This is served on a salad plate from her pattern. I have this and a bread plate. I try to use these treasured pieces from Mom, and from my grandmothers, to honor their memory and their homemaking.
Father’s Day weekend means I am in the kitchen making apple pie from scratch. Sometimes, if anyone else wants some pie, I end up making two–one for “Dad” and one for the rest of us.
I already had several bowls out for various other dishes that I was preparing for a Saturday Father’s Day dinner, so I reached for this vintage red and white Pyrex bowl that used to be my Grandma Davis’. I also have the small yellow and white one, but I have no idea whatever happened to the two in between.
I prepped the apples and placed them in this bowl to await the pie crusts being ready–they were chillin’–and realized that I was standing in my kitchen, using Grandma’s pie recipe and using her mixing bowl. No doubt she had used this very one to make many a pie.
That was such a sweet moment for me. Grandma passed away many years ago after battling Alzheimer’s–Mom passed only 2 years ago from the same horrible disease.
Mom actually shared the recipe in our family cookbook as “Mother’s Apple Pie” (she called her mom “Mother”). So this really was a double serendipitous moment.
Connections like these are important. They bind us to our families–earthly and beyond the veil–in ways we don’t even realize.