It's a dreary day today with snow earlier this morning and intermittent rain expected all day. The sunroom is warm and inviting with the intermittent rain hitting the metal roof. We don't even have the lights on because the six sliding doors and one huge sliding window provides just the right amount of ambient light. So that's where we are, each on our electronic devices....yes, maybe they are VICES. Nonetheless, here we are.
Now that the stage is set for memories (and the fact that I just looked at our "Reminisce" magazine), let me tell you about one I had a couple days ago.
Sausage gravy had been on my mind for a while. Since neither of us are big breakfast eaters, having this dish at night just sounded like the thing to do. I was stirring the gravy with my olive wood paddle that Rhonda gave me when I suddenly remembered the spoon that was used exclusively for stirring gravy when I was a child.
The gravy spoon was a much worn old silver plated serving spoon. I say silver plated in the most generous way possible because I doubt any sort of silver analysis could find much silver. The spoon bowl itself was bent around so much that one dared not try to taste test from it. The bottom of the bowl was worn from its daily use.
Daily use you ask? Yes, daily use. Since we were a family of seven, mom always found ways to stretch her food budget (we never even thought about the word budget back in those days....it was a way to stretch food). She had five little mouths to feed and gravy filled the bill.
Do you have a favorite spoon or kitchen tool that is always used for specific meals? I have several wooden spoons that are much worn because I used them for making specific candy, stews, and even gravy. Nowadays, my olive ladle has become my favorite for making gravy. I love it, but I sure wish I had that old spoon.
I love you. Don't have the good stuff.
