~By Kate H. Knapp The old saying, “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure,” can be aptly applied to my addiction to pickled eggs. Most turn their noses up in disgust at the “rubbery” snack, but I take pure delight in the crumbly yellow yolk wrapped in an elastic vinegar shell. If you’re not familiar…
Category: Traditions
Small Fry, Well Done
~By Sarah Pascarella I’d like to admit, right here and for all to read, my deep love for the french fry. Not just any old french fry, though. (Although, admittedly, those are quite fine.) I’m talking about my favorite type of french fry–crisp on the outside, dense on the inside, piping hot and just salted…
Don’t Mess With Perf-Egg-tion
~By Emily Workman My Mother’s family, the Jorgensen’s, had very structured guidelines about holiday traditions. For instance, they always went on a picnic and rolled hardboiled eggs down the steep hills of Logan Canyon on Easter. In observation of this particular tradition, my Alaskan family and I have ended up shivering inside a car, looking…
My Grandmother’s Little Slice of Heaven
~By Kate H. Knapp When the air outside gets chilly and the leaves begin to turn shades of red and gold, I start to crave the plump and gooey cinnamon rolls my grandmother used to make. Just a whiff of spicy cinnamon, and I am six years old again kneeling on a stool in my…
Better Than a Star Rating
~By Sarah Pascarella My family is inventive, both with words and ingredients. Traditions get passed down through our own created lexicon and recipes. When my Italian-Irish father makes spaghetti sauce, it’s Nana’s recipe. When my Polish-Irish-German mother makes potato soup, it’s my grandfather’s special concoction. Some of my favorite dishes to prepare now, as an…
A Memorable Feast 