Saturday, September 27, 2008


If you'll bear with me, this is a post about something unrelated to food. But someone related to me.

I attended a memorial service for my late Aunt Dorothy Sauber. She was a teacher, a writer, a listener, wife, mother, and one heck of a sarcastic lass with just the right clarity and realistic poignancy. Lung cancer claimed her life at age 61. A woman of the world who never stopped learning and traveling. Dorothy's life took her to 31 different countries, most of those with two little children in tow. Her service was so moving and touching it really struck a chord with me. I realized I wish for a few things:
-the eloquence to put words down on paper that jump up off the page.
-the desire to touch people, friends and family alike, so that I may leave a legacy as timeless as she.
-to go back in time and get to know Dorothy better. I found out only recently she had over 500 aprons-a collection that I've just started.
Along with the wishes I realized, a few other things occurred to me as I sat there. First, gosh am I going to be a complete mess when that's my mom. I want to read more, learn more, travel more. I want to live genuinely, love freely, and die nobly.

Right about now I'm really wishing for that eloquent pen, but as I've always said, you should embrace the things which you do not do well. It's a learned skill, and I have learned much today.

Thank you Dorothy.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

The "225"

Last night I had one of the yummiest sandwiches I've had (to my recollection).

JH and I had been planning to get together for a late dinner last night. I received a call saying he wouldn't be able to make our reservations, as he was still in the car on the way home, 200 miles away! We forewent the restaurant
and decided to cook up a little sandwich action. $25.00 later and a Kowalski's receipt in hand (with a timestamp that read 10:39:44PM), we were on our way to make the aforementioned sandwich.

We started the balsamic reduction, washed and sauteed green beans (as a side), fried up the bacon, sliced the apple, and baked the ciabatta. When i say "we" I mean, Ashlee standing in the kitchen doorway and JH tending to three burners and an oven. Again, "we" softened the apple slices slightly (in the bacon fat, of course). A straight apple with this preperation was strangely smokey and fatty tasting, but in the sandwich it sang! the bread and the cheese were melted together in harmony. Said acoutroments piled atop and drizzled with balsamic reduction.

Good times and yums well into the night.
Ashlee was a happy girl.
The end.