This all started with the Great Waffle Drought. I didn’t bring my old waffle maker with me when we headed East, it was a hand-me-down on it’s last leg and I figured a new one would be easy to come by. Wrong. I kept hoping for one when Mother’s Day and such gift-giving holidays would roll around and kept not getting one, until not giving me one became a kind of running joke that everyone laughed at except me. At long last, when the dream had faded to a mere vague longing, the Old Man surprised me with a Belgian style kajigger.
When we get home and begin unpacking our bags my dear husband holds up the package and asks, “do you realize you got maple syrup bacon?”
What? NO!!!!!!! Someone must have tossed the maple crap on top of the pile of my beloved hardwood smoked thick cut.
Green Goddess Dressing was created in the 1920’s at San Francisco’s Palace Hotel (once considered the largest hotel in the western United States) by the executive chef, Philip Roemer. This particular dressing was inspired by the actor George Arliss who was staying at the hotel during the time he was performing in the play called The Green Goddess.
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.