(1930)
Lorin started work at his father's law office the next day. He usually ate with his father at noon at the City Club, where Alfred said even though expensive they met people who might be in need of their law services. Perhaps.
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
June 11, 2013
June 4, 2013
Pork chop
(1930)
Although Alfred, my father-in-law, had settled his family in one of the finest neighborhoods in Milwaukee, Richland Court in Shorewood, yet he was close about many other things. One night while I was there, Bobby, Lorin's younger brother, let us know he would not be home for supper. "Oh, good," Lorin said, "I can have his pork chop!" "I get some of it," Dede, his sister, said. It was bewildering. We always had meat left over at our house, but then we had no maid to serve it nor a beautiful house that was displayed in an architect's magazine to serve it in.
Although Alfred, my father-in-law, had settled his family in one of the finest neighborhoods in Milwaukee, Richland Court in Shorewood, yet he was close about many other things. One night while I was there, Bobby, Lorin's younger brother, let us know he would not be home for supper. "Oh, good," Lorin said, "I can have his pork chop!" "I get some of it," Dede, his sister, said. It was bewildering. We always had meat left over at our house, but then we had no maid to serve it nor a beautiful house that was displayed in an architect's magazine to serve it in.
May 28, 2013
Antigo
(1930 June)
We washed up and went out to eat. I am sure we had the best to be had, as Lorin was fond of his food. The town was bleak and bare, its shops closed for the night. So we took a little walk, leisurely, enjoyed the pretty yards and flowerbeds. Families sat on porches watching us, strangers. I was afraid to say how tired I was and tried to be good company.
We washed up and went out to eat. I am sure we had the best to be had, as Lorin was fond of his food. The town was bleak and bare, its shops closed for the night. So we took a little walk, leisurely, enjoyed the pretty yards and flowerbeds. Families sat on porches watching us, strangers. I was afraid to say how tired I was and tried to be good company.
March 5, 2013
One dollar
(1980 memoirs)
One Sunday afternoon a carful of relatives from Fond du Lac, I among them, were out riding and stopped in to see Frankie. [Skip was there too, picked up from scout camp, in 1943.] She felt so bad because she couldn't ask us to supper, but we had no idea of stopping. After talking a while, we all piled back into the car for home. And here stood dear Frankie with a dollar bill pressing it on us to buy something to eat. We were not around the corner before they were all laughing so hard tears ran down their faces. A carfull -- probably seven or eight -- and Frankie expecting us all to have supper with the dollar bill she was pressing on us! Whoop! Did you ever know anything funnier? Well -- yes. Lots of things. In the first place, Frankie never ate out and had no idea how far her dollar would go. In the second place, I am sure it never entered her head to figure it out. She was not of their world nor they of hers, thank God.
One Sunday afternoon a carful of relatives from Fond du Lac, I among them, were out riding and stopped in to see Frankie. [Skip was there too, picked up from scout camp, in 1943.] She felt so bad because she couldn't ask us to supper, but we had no idea of stopping. After talking a while, we all piled back into the car for home. And here stood dear Frankie with a dollar bill pressing it on us to buy something to eat. We were not around the corner before they were all laughing so hard tears ran down their faces. A carfull -- probably seven or eight -- and Frankie expecting us all to have supper with the dollar bill she was pressing on us! Whoop! Did you ever know anything funnier? Well -- yes. Lots of things. In the first place, Frankie never ate out and had no idea how far her dollar would go. In the second place, I am sure it never entered her head to figure it out. She was not of their world nor they of hers, thank God.
February 19, 2013
Shortcake!
(1980 memoirs)
We were going to have Shortcake! And so we did. Here in the middle of the table was a wonderful strawberry short cake, and at our places we each had a small plate, fork and spoon. Nothing else at all. I think I just ate one big piece, but they kept on, piece after piece, until it was all all gone! The crust was warm and brown and crunchy on the outside, a good crumb within. And the berries, sweet of themselves, were also sugared and so delicious! I have never seen a meal more enjoyed, bite for bite -- right to the last berry.
We were going to have Shortcake! And so we did. Here in the middle of the table was a wonderful strawberry short cake, and at our places we each had a small plate, fork and spoon. Nothing else at all. I think I just ate one big piece, but they kept on, piece after piece, until it was all all gone! The crust was warm and brown and crunchy on the outside, a good crumb within. And the berries, sweet of themselves, were also sugared and so delicious! I have never seen a meal more enjoyed, bite for bite -- right to the last berry.
February 18, 2013
Menu
(1980 memoirs)
There was one meal [at Cousin Frankie's] I have never in my life forgotten which was different from all the others. For some reason Lucretia was gone, Henry alone, and Frankie invited him for supper. It was June; and beaming, she told me the menu -- shortcake. She was going to town to get the berries that very morning. I said, "Fine. And what else?" -- why nothing else. We were going to have Shortcake!
There was one meal [at Cousin Frankie's] I have never in my life forgotten which was different from all the others. For some reason Lucretia was gone, Henry alone, and Frankie invited him for supper. It was June; and beaming, she told me the menu -- shortcake. She was going to town to get the berries that very morning. I said, "Fine. And what else?" -- why nothing else. We were going to have Shortcake!
February 16, 2013
Handy
(1980 memoirs)
So these two meals [breakfast & lunch] were usually eaten on a shelf that pulled down or out from the pass-thru cupboard. A neat white linen towel served as tablecloth, and the service was laid out as neatly and fine as if it were in the dining room. Everything was indeed very close and very handy!
So these two meals [breakfast & lunch] were usually eaten on a shelf that pulled down or out from the pass-thru cupboard. A neat white linen towel served as tablecloth, and the service was laid out as neatly and fine as if it were in the dining room. Everything was indeed very close and very handy!
February 15, 2013
T-days
(1980 memoirs)
And where did we eat? Breakfasts were hasty because I mustn't be late, and lunch was in a hurry too, especially on "T Days," Tuesdays and Thursdays, when I had an early afternoon class....
And where did we eat? Breakfasts were hasty because I mustn't be late, and lunch was in a hurry too, especially on "T Days," Tuesdays and Thursdays, when I had an early afternoon class....
January 25, 2013
Dining room
(1980 memoirs)
But you want to know more about Cousin Frankie's house, don't you? Well, come on then, we'll go into the dining room. This is a square room with windows on opposite walls. There is a good sized dining table and chairs in the center, and behind, or beyond, a range to cook on. We had this going in bitter winter weather when we ate our suppers here.
But you want to know more about Cousin Frankie's house, don't you? Well, come on then, we'll go into the dining room. This is a square room with windows on opposite walls. There is a good sized dining table and chairs in the center, and behind, or beyond, a range to cook on. We had this going in bitter winter weather when we ate our suppers here.
November 19, 2012
White
(1993 May 5, memoirs)
[On the Lawson estate] when prize Jersey cows were milked, the men were obliged to wear pure white suits. The inside of the barn was kept pure white. It was said many people did not have such a good house.
[On the Lawson estate] when prize Jersey cows were milked, the men were obliged to wear pure white suits. The inside of the barn was kept pure white. It was said many people did not have such a good house.
November 15, 2012
The wicked glint
(1995 March 13)
Skip, I want to tell you about how you behaved to the delight of all assembled when you were eating. Sometimes I would take you to visit Grandma Rosa Kay and her daughter Lee, and of course you were the prime show. I fed you first and got you off for a nap or there was no peace. So -- you were with your bib tied firmly on and a dish of cream of wheat before you. Lee and Grandma seated on one side were ready for a show. I was the one with the apron and the spoon in hand. So -- open wide -- a spoonful of cereal -- equal to your role of entertainer -- as soon as you had a mouthful, you loqked as wicked as ever you could, took a deep breath, and let it all out, admiring ones beware! -- Then Grandma and Lee would howl with laughter! Later on in the week when Lee went out with her friend Arabella and Grandma would invite Mrs. Watkins over, she would tell the whle story including the wicked glint in the big blue eye. Also when Lee was at her bridge party she would entertain all with what Skippy was able to eat and drink and how he managed those things. So -- if it were early enough, Lee would walk to the street car with us and see us safely on our way to Whitefish Bay, or sometimes Lorin came to eat with us, and of course then we would all three ride home together and get a tired little boy washed up and tucked in.
Skip, I want to tell you about how you behaved to the delight of all assembled when you were eating. Sometimes I would take you to visit Grandma Rosa Kay and her daughter Lee, and of course you were the prime show. I fed you first and got you off for a nap or there was no peace. So -- you were with your bib tied firmly on and a dish of cream of wheat before you. Lee and Grandma seated on one side were ready for a show. I was the one with the apron and the spoon in hand. So -- open wide -- a spoonful of cereal -- equal to your role of entertainer -- as soon as you had a mouthful, you loqked as wicked as ever you could, took a deep breath, and let it all out, admiring ones beware! -- Then Grandma and Lee would howl with laughter! Later on in the week when Lee went out with her friend Arabella and Grandma would invite Mrs. Watkins over, she would tell the whle story including the wicked glint in the big blue eye. Also when Lee was at her bridge party she would entertain all with what Skippy was able to eat and drink and how he managed those things. So -- if it were early enough, Lee would walk to the street car with us and see us safely on our way to Whitefish Bay, or sometimes Lorin came to eat with us, and of course then we would all three ride home together and get a tired little boy washed up and tucked in.
October 25, 2012
The big cheese
(1993 July, Rueping memoirs)
When my mother died [in 1919], the Ruepings sent over a big cheese, dark yellow American, thinking it was something we could use different ways.
When my mother died [in 1919], the Ruepings sent over a big cheese, dark yellow American, thinking it was something we could use different ways.
October 11, 2012
Pleasing Frank Parsons
(1992 Memoirs)
Once or twice my father came to see how I was getting on, and we were both rather afraid of him. He came to eat and she [Olga] made a point of buying meat for noon dinner, but he slept at the hotel. I was obliged to write him once a week and saw one of the letters where I said, "It snowed and snowed, father." I guess news was scarce and I knew he would have no interest in the doll outfits Florence Fenski and I would make of Aunt Olga's scraps, when Florence said, turn it up there and put a feather right here, and it will be the cutest little hat you ever thaw."
Once or twice my father came to see how I was getting on, and we were both rather afraid of him. He came to eat and she [Olga] made a point of buying meat for noon dinner, but he slept at the hotel. I was obliged to write him once a week and saw one of the letters where I said, "It snowed and snowed, father." I guess news was scarce and I knew he would have no interest in the doll outfits Florence Fenski and I would make of Aunt Olga's scraps, when Florence said, turn it up there and put a feather right here, and it will be the cutest little hat you ever thaw."
September 3, 2012
Turkey
(1969 Christmas)
For years Mary M's godfather, Louis SaLoutos, gave us a turkey all hot from his oven for our family Christmas Eve supper, and this year was a repeat performance. ... I hurried around, set the table, baked a mince pie, and Skip and Bruce went after the turkey. ... Lawrence [4] watched at the window for the turkey to come and opened the door.
For years Mary M's godfather, Louis SaLoutos, gave us a turkey all hot from his oven for our family Christmas Eve supper, and this year was a repeat performance. ... I hurried around, set the table, baked a mince pie, and Skip and Bruce went after the turkey. ... Lawrence [4] watched at the window for the turkey to come and opened the door.
July 11, 2012
Nothing fancy
(1969 February 9) My birthday was somewhat unusual. In the morning about 9:30 I took a cab to Church, where I attended the funeral of Hazel Crane, Dorothy Lenz' mother. After shopping for a dress to wear March 1 [MM's wedding], I met LL at the Park Hotel for lunch. We nearly broke down - or up - on the ordering. I said I'd take an egg salad sandwich. Waitress: "We don't have that. No one wants it, and it gets pushed to the back of the fridge and sours." LL: "I'll have a club sandwich." Waitress: "No tomatoes! Nope. They come all green." LL: "What will you put in place of tomatoes?" Waitress: "Lettuce. Chuck in more lettuce." She settled for a Denver sandwich for me. "Skim milk? No. Oh no." So she started us off by pouring our coffee, which was cold as bla by the time we got to pie.
May 28, 2012
Animal crackers
(1993 December late)
Believe it or not, I have just eaten a whale fish, and before that a graham hippopotomus. How could I resist with the box open on the coffee table before me? -- Sherry, [at Christmas] when we sat around half starved waiting for the call to supper, Skip would say, "Sherry's present!" and each of us would devour an entire wild animal with no trouble at all.
Believe it or not, I have just eaten a whale fish, and before that a graham hippopotomus. How could I resist with the box open on the coffee table before me? -- Sherry, [at Christmas] when we sat around half starved waiting for the call to supper, Skip would say, "Sherry's present!" and each of us would devour an entire wild animal with no trouble at all.
May 16, 2012
First choice
(1994 early January)
Do you remember how Louis Dodge [retired music professor] used to go on about a decision at meals? "Tea or coffee?" I might ask with a pot in each hand. "O" he would moan, clapping a hand to his brow, "which would be best?" It was often quite a struggle. -- Today I found myself becoming one of his Followers. I must find an easy way out of this, said I to myself. "There are but two choices - first or second - meat or chicken? I like both." What to do? Suddenly it dawned on me - today, Monday, let all such decisions be for first choice! "Meat or chicken?" "Beef" I said, astounding her, before the words were well out of her mouth. ... Now tomorrow must be a Second Choice day. If I am offered asparagus or spinach, spinach it is! What think you of that, Skiperonius?
Do you remember how Louis Dodge [retired music professor] used to go on about a decision at meals? "Tea or coffee?" I might ask with a pot in each hand. "O" he would moan, clapping a hand to his brow, "which would be best?" It was often quite a struggle. -- Today I found myself becoming one of his Followers. I must find an easy way out of this, said I to myself. "There are but two choices - first or second - meat or chicken? I like both." What to do? Suddenly it dawned on me - today, Monday, let all such decisions be for first choice! "Meat or chicken?" "Beef" I said, astounding her, before the words were well out of her mouth. ... Now tomorrow must be a Second Choice day. If I am offered asparagus or spinach, spinach it is! What think you of that, Skiperonius?
May 13, 2012
Green choices
(1993 April)
Would you like spinach or broccali the third Sunday after Easter? Choice of food always given. Waitress goes around each of 5 tables and records preference.
Would you like spinach or broccali the third Sunday after Easter? Choice of food always given. Waitress goes around each of 5 tables and records preference.
May 9, 2012
Yes, no bananas
(1993 November)
The woman across from me is a fast eater. On my right, Agnes Everson loves bananas and often is served half a one. By this time she knows I don't like them. One day she would not quit but kept asking, "How do they affect you?" At last I said, "They make me want to throw up." She was very shocked and now wraps the skin in her paper napkin.
The woman across from me is a fast eater. On my right, Agnes Everson loves bananas and often is served half a one. By this time she knows I don't like them. One day she would not quit but kept asking, "How do they affect you?" At last I said, "They make me want to throw up." She was very shocked and now wraps the skin in her paper napkin.
May 1, 2012
A smile
(1993 November)
A smile: ... A group of miners had a rule about their cooking: the man who complained about his food was the next cook. So the next day they sat down to eat, and one threw down his fork and said, "My god! moose turd pie." And then on quick recovery, "It's good, tho."
A smile: ... A group of miners had a rule about their cooking: the man who complained about his food was the next cook. So the next day they sat down to eat, and one threw down his fork and said, "My god! moose turd pie." And then on quick recovery, "It's good, tho."
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