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Eating
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When you’re a grandparent and you live on a lake in Northern Michigan, summertime is filled with visits from kids, grandkids, and an assortment of friends and relatives. I’m still trying to verify why we only see them in the summer but my suspicion is that it has something to do with our winter weather.
Thankfully our summers are filled with visits from people we love and care about. We’ve been enjoying this annual influx of houseguests since our permanent relocation five years ago. When I was a child, it was my family who made their annual pilgrimage north to vacation with relatives who owned a cottage on a lake. It’s interesting how some things never change. When repeatedly visiting a particular place year after year, traditions seem to develop. Somehow they just evolve over time. Grandchildren are especially useful in creating these rituals. They have a knack for remembering little events that become etched in their minds, which are not unlike sponges. Out of the blue, six months after their summer invasion, they will bring up an activity that us older folks had completely forgotten. Someone says, "Hey Gramps, next summer can you drag us around the lake in that tube thing that’s tied behind the pontoon?" Before you realize it, a summer tradition has begun.
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Main Courses
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With gardens yeilding plenty of cucumbers this time of year, I wanted to pass on my favorite cucumber salad side dishes.
So here it is:
In large mixing bowl, blend the following ingredients
3/4 cup Sour Cream
1 - Table Spoon - Balsamic or Red Wine Vineager
1 - Heaping Tea-spoon Sugar
1/4 Tea-spoon salt
1/4 Tea-spoon dill weed
Mix all ingredients and set aside
Wash, peel & slice one large cucumber and mix into dressing. Cover,Chill and serve. - The dill gives a nice touch. - Enjoy!
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Geezers Corner
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A few months ago I wrote a column about how I was going to do my part to preserve the planet by saving and using bacon grease. I was quite surprised by the number of folks who had a similar affection for bacon grease and the memories that it dredged up from their childhood. I received e-mail from a variety of people of who still enjoy a big platter of "taters and onions" fried in those delightful drippings from a pan of crispy bacon. The notes came from campers, hunters, fishermen and grannies scattered across Northern Michigan and even from the Upper Peninsula. It was a joy to hear from so many people who, like me, wanted to patch the hole in the ozone and free us from global warming. I was hoping for a few thank you notes from some of our local cardiologists but they were silent on the matter.
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