Yesterday the temperature was close to 100 and needless to say we layed very low. I made a seven layer salad and white sangria and decided at the last minute to make some cheesy garlic bread. Got to have those carbohydrates.
As I was making the bread my son asked what cookbook it was in. It is just something I made up and so there is no recipe. He thought for a moment and then said (a bit forlornly) that how would he know how to make it when he was a grownup if it wasn't in a cookbook? It got me to thinking about the dishes I remember so vividly from my childhood. I can nearly taste them whenever I think of them. My Mom's roast turkey. Her lasagna which tastes like no other I have ever tasted. Her baked beans, her chocolate pudding cake. Most of the time when I ask my Mother how she makes those things she just says it isn't from a recipe but just something she "threw together." It always really annoyed me that I didn't have a better way of duplicating the tastes I loved so much. And now I was doing the same thing. There are things which I make that have no recipe. Either they did at one point and after many years and modifications I make it from memory or I made it up in the first place. I don't even think of the garlic bread recipe as a recipe. It is just something I throw together. Hmmm, that sounds familiar.
I am resolved to start writing down the "recipes" for those little things I throw together. Just because it isn't difficult or "haute cuisine" doesn't mean they aren't part of my family's culinary memory. I haven't completely decided on the format yet. For now I'll just type them into the computer. A little recipe book would be a great idea. I was thinking of a small 6 x 6" scrapbook.
I am someone who writes in cookbooks. I make notes and change ingredients and jot down what goes with what and who likes (or doesn't like) what. I received "The Cooky Book" from my great-Mother-In-Law, who I never met. I love that she jotted little notes here and there in the book. It makes me feel connected to this woman who my husband cherished. A connection from her through to my children....her great-great-grandchildren. I always knew what a neat thing that was but I had missed what a gift those everyday type recipes would be. Maybe my children won't cook (unlikely but it could happen.) Perhaps it will be a great-daughter-in-law who will make this humble garlic bread. Now isn't that a nice thought.
Garlic Bread
1 loaf french bread
1 stick butter, softened
2-3 cloves garlic, minced
1/4 -1/2 cup mozzarella, shredded
1-2 TBLS. mayonnaise (if needed to make the mixture spreadable)
Mix butter, garlic, mozzarella and mayonnaise. Cut slits in bread leaving the bottom intact. Spread butter mixture in slits. Lay bread on foil on a cookie sheet. Bake at 350 for about 25 minutes or until butter/cheese mixture melts and begins to brown.