Showing posts with label Stella. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stella. Show all posts

Thursday, January 20, 2022

Friday Friend Recipe #291--Rum Coffee

 




 I am under 100 now--I must get this done!  At least to prove something to myself if not the Handyman...
 because...

...about 21 years ago, 50 of my closest friends and family, who had been on an
  e-mail forum with me, sent in recipes in different categories and we compiled a cookbook.
I decided to count those down!
Why?
because one night I was looking thru the cookbook and I said, "I should make every recipe in here for my blog."
The Handyman, who thinks he knows me better than I know myself, said "you'll never EVER do that."
Well, maybe I will!  Maybe I'll show him!

Which brings us to Stella's
Rum Coffee

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I just need to hurry up and 'get 'er done'
Then I'll show him!

And as always, it's not about the quality of the photos, it's about the family, friends and fun we have all had together!





The Rum Coffee is very tasty!
A great way to start a Sunday morning?  Maybe--if you're not headed to church.  
But no holds barred if you're just in search of something to warm you up on a wintery afternoon!


Stella doesn't cook.  She has lots of good traits and talents, but cooking is not one of them. She'll readily admit that--so she doesn't have many recipes in this countdown--this is her last. Again, I feel as if I'm saying goodbye to a friend, and it saddens me.
Of course, she just commented on a post last week and I answered her.  So, this isn't our final, final goodbye--just our cookbook goodbye.
We can be letter-writing friends (ahem--Stella?)  and Facebook friends and phone call friends and even meet up friends, but not cookbook friends.




I really wish we lived close to each other again.
Stella made me walk.
Well, okay, I've always liked to walk, but she encouraged me to do more than just a little sigh-seeing jaunt around the block (but those are nice too). 
We hiked!
We got to know each other when I lived in California and we worked together, so a few times a week after work we would walk and then  one day she asked me to hike at Point Lobos, outside of Carmel, CA (look it up--it's a gorgeous coastal natural reserve--the crown jewel of California's state parks) with her and later to hike the Pinnacles (look it up--Pinnacles National Park is an American national park protecting a mountainous area located east of the Salinas Valley in Central California )
We hiked other places too, but those two will always be my favorites.
We did a couple of 5K's
And more than once, we did the Bay to Breakers (Bay to Breakers is an annual footrace in San Francisco, California typically on the third Sunday of May. The phrase "Bay to Breakers" reflects the fact that the race starts at the northeast end of the downtown area a few blocks from The Embarcadero and runs west through the city to finish at the Great Highway. The complete course is 7.46 miles long.)


BUT I AM WALKER PEOPLE---A walker.
Not a runner.
Stella is a runner--she just slowed down, a LOT, for me, because she's a good friend like that.
At the start of Bay to Breakers, you wait in line for a couple hours and people throw tortillas.
I'm not sure why, but it's fun to see flying tortillas overhead!
**take note that I did not register in time for my first ever Bay to Breakers and did not have my official T-shirt**


There was a group of us from the school we worked at, my sons's (all three of them had him) 6th grade teacher, Mr. Richardson and Stella and her husband Ken. (*no longer married).  My boss/friend Georgann was also there. 




Stella and I walked and walked and talked and talked and lost the others as they ran ahead and then waited for us.


But we made friends along the way!
There are all kinds of good friends in San Francisco.


I miss her and her encouragement. 
And that's my story!  Not much 'food', but friendship is the food of life.  Or is that bread?  
Any way you look at it--friendship, food, bread and hikes--it's a good thing.



And this my friends is

recipe #291

Only 76 left to go!

I can do it!

WOO HOO!  I am below 100 recipes now.  Yay!  Yahoo! Whoopie!

Altho.... do you remember when I counted wrong before?  I think I did it again.
I keep counting what I have left by recipe AND by person and it does not add up to 80- it's more like 67. 
Which would make me very happy, but for now....I'll stick to the 80 until it gets closer to the end and I'll recount what I have left.

Tuesday, June 5, 2018

Friday Friend Recipe #194 -- Egg Cream




My Friday Friend Cookbook Countdown #194
(#willreallyfinishthissomeday)
Stella's Egg Cream

and you know all the whys and wherefores of this countdown, right? Homemade cookbook, friends contributed, Handyman said I couldn't/wouldn't do it, I'll show him, yadda yadda yadda....

...and the rest is cookbook history!





I'll just be honest--- Egg Cream(s)(?)  is/are not for me.
I think it must be a regional/nostalgia thing.  You just don't see them out here in the west much.
It's watery chocolate milk.

I am not trying to be a 'hater' because I truly love the idea of an egg cream--especially when I read about them in a book.
It gives me a sense of nostalgia and sense of place.
You should certainly give it a try and decide for yourself
Also, having one at a soda fountain is vastly different from a homemade one, where we tried to blend it enough to make a froth, but it didn't quite work.
Stella is not a cook but we went to New York together and cheesecake and bagels and egg creams are great memories!





This is Stella's first (and I think only) recipe in the Friday Friend Cookbook.
Stella and I met when working at an elementary school in California.  Below is a photo of Gerogann (Friday Friend and the school librarian) and Stella on the right....


Twenty-22 years ago I did not have a cell phone so I could not snap a photo during every moment of my life--I am trying to say that I have very few photos of Stella.

Stella then... when we worked at the school together...



and Stella now...
loving her life, living on the beach.


I don't think she's changed a bit!

Stella made me take care of myself.  She needed a walking/hiking partner and she claimed me as that. 
A partner...walking, talking, encouraging, supportive.
That's what Stella is.

This is one of my favorite memories of Stella:
I flew to New York city with her one November many  years ago and after she ran the New York City Marathon (while I shopped at Macy's original store and relaxed in Central Park with her daughter, Sarah, and after she ate a juicy hamburger and took a nap) we went up to the top of the Empire State Building.
It was the year after 9/11.  
I had moved away from Los Banos, California, so Stella and I were not walking/hiking partners anymore and we were certainly having a great time catching up on our little vacation clear across the  United States. 
 10:30pm on top of the Empire State Building...
It was cold and we were bundled up with wraps around our heads and jackets on (I thought we looked like Yugoslavian peasant women.  We were very bundled up)
There was only one other small group of about 4 people up there.
All of the sudden 2 young teenage-ish girls came up to us and asked,  "Mrs. McNish?"
AND YES!  They knew Stella!  One of their sisters had been on the swim team with her daughter Sarah and my kids!

That's my mother's definition of a small world.
It was certainly funny.

And that is my Stella memory and we give to you recipe #194!





The end

  ...about 25 years ago, 50 of my closest friends and family, who had been on an   e-mail forum with me, sent in recipes in different catego...