Spam, Scrapple & Deviled Ham
He stimulated the trip down memory lane by mentioning Spam as something he still sneaks into the house a few times a year. I confessed that I have done the same thing from time to time. I take a lot of criticism from my wife when I buy that small can about once every five years. I admit that I still enjoy that very rare trip down the Spam memory lane. I make sure that I do not review the ingredients and nutritional value. That might spoil the moment.Joe then mentioned some of his youthful favorites which he smuggles into the house occasionally. Deviled Ham, Scrapple and Taylor’s Pork Roll were three other items of food contraband that are quietly brought home occasionally.
Those items were favorites of mine at in my youth, that time, distance, availability and nutritional pressure have eliminated their consumption in our house. The time factor is simple to understand. I have lived for decades during which I have been pleasantly indoctrinated to a sensible eating regimen in a household having a nutritional Czar running the kitchen.
Distance is another factor. I live 2000 miles away from Philadelphia, the center of fast food excellence where nutritional concerns are only accidentally encountered. My friend Joe is not burdened with my distance from Philly. He only lives 15 miles out of town.
My location near Boulder Colorado is an area where excess weight is almost a capital offense. Scrapple is probably considered an illegal substance and if available would hardly sell enough to warrant the space in the market. Taylor Pork Roll, a Trenton NJ specialty, is a past favorite I have not seen since I crossed the Mississippi.
My old college friend has revived pleasant memories of youthful food favorites. I think that the conversation concerning the foods of our youth is a pleasant combination to serve on a snowy winter day. We didn’t even have to set a table.
I think I am about to make a quiet search of the markets to see if I can find and recreate a dangerous moment or two of enjoyable food memorys. This will be a time travel experiment back to years ago when we were only concerned with the taste and not calories, fat content and cholesterol levels. I know that there will be questions raised concerning my apparent loss of good sense and apparent lapse into some form of senile dementia. I’ll take the gaff and see if Deviled Ham is as good as the memory.
This post could also be called: Confessions of a Pizza & Pasta Eating, Hoagie Loving, Cheese Steak fan from Philadelphia.
Vanilla is the addition to pastry, cakes and sweet things that often makes them special. I wonder how something like vanilla happens and winds up in my cupboard with such an important place in so many things that we bake.
Each year a neighbor in our section of the Colorado Mountains holds a themed Dead Of The Winter party. This year there was an Immigrant theme with each couple challenged to bring a dish from the nation of their family’s origin and to dress as their immigrant forebearer.
My friend Linda sends me a recipe from time to time and they always are special and have an surprise ingredient. This chunky apple offering is a fresh compote that is a sure winner at the meal in which it is served. Hot or cold works as a dessert or as a tart accompaniment to a pork dish.
