I got a new cookbook this week, but wouldn't you know it the first recipe I made out of it was one of the first recipes I ever remembering following as a child. I can still see the spot in my mother's now non existent kitchen where she kept her cookbooks and remember over there and reaching down for that particular cookbook. I don't remember making any other recipes out of that cookbook, so here it is from my new cookbook - Waldorf Salad.
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| Roasting the Walnuts |
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| Ready to Mix |
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| Ready to Eat! |
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Someone once told me they would like to see my cupboard, because
I was telling them what all went in a recipe and they said
they would never have all those things on hand....well here is
my booby trapped spice cupboard, beware if you every try to raid it. |
Something about making Waldorf Salad this evening had my mind thinking of Anna, when I walked out to get the mail, I looked across the field and wished she was there to share some salad with - although I am sure she would have had supper already done and over with, but instead I am sitting at my folks sharing it with my mother and enjoying the Olympics....perhaps that is why I was thinking of her, four years ago when they were in London she was still just across the field instead of across the long winding paths of our memories.
