I've been amazed at how many recipes have been going around and how much I've been paying attention. Usually I delete delete delete, but now these recipes are sacred offerings. In years to come, they will tell the story we are living now, layered in the stories from which they came. The personal messages texted and emailed into the ingredients will evoke the zeitgeist of the Covid era, compiled in recipe books to come: Cooking with Covid, The Coronavirus Cookbook, Gluten Free Coronavirus Cuisine...
I've been asking Ma for the lemon poppyseed recipe since this all began. "Gram's"," I said, "the ones she always kept on the freezer."
"There's no lemon" she insisted every time I asked. But I must forget because I always use lemon because in my heart my mother, grandma, and great grandma are all smiling at me beneath a lemon tree in Palm Springs.
The next day Ma sent
five recipes including an oldie from my first husband for Carmelized Onion Gouda Quesadillas. It's been more than 12 years since we spoke, but I forwarded him the email right away. "Look what i found!" I said.
"Ooooh, those were good," he wrote back immediately.
I was so proud after Jude and I made these today. I took pics and sent them to Ma. She wrote back, kvelling:
OMG. You made them. Did you use an electric mixer? Did JUDE make them with you? Are they yum? They look a little under baked. Usually they are more golden in color especially at the edges. I am so jealous.
Enjoy!!!
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