Even lazy jellyfish do it,
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.
Electric eels, I might add, do it,
Though it shocks ’em, I know.
Why ask if shad do it?
Waiter, bring me shad roe.
~Louis Armstrong, singing “Let’s Do It” by Cole Porter
With a fair amount of youngster shock, I remember one morning finding my mother stooped over a boiling pot of water on stove, poking and prodding what looked like a bubbling, frothing pillowcase.
My grandmother wasn’t the grandest of cooks, but she could bake. Her reputation was most certainly gained through her rotten banana Banana Bread & softball size meatballs. Here’s a recipe that brings me back to that place in time…may it trigger a little childhood wuuusaa in you too…
Blueberry Boy Bait. How can you not fall in love with a recipe that suggests it will draw the boys like flies? The minute I laid eyes on this little index card I immediately had visions of great grandmother as a young girl, sweating over the stove in the hopes of attracting true love. Poetic.
