It’s early, and I am about to go to bed. We are leaving Cuttlehouse at about 3:30 tomorrow morning, and will not arrive at our final destination until Sunday afternoon (local time). Yes, some time will be spent waiting in airports, but the vast majority of that time will be spent in the air.
And I won’t be back here until, probably, the 27th. If all goes well.
So… If you are checking in and read this, I have two things to ask of you (especially if you are someone who has been here before, or plans to stop back here again):
1) Where are you? How did you find this blog? (the first because I note that google statistics shows me a number of people from the areas I am heading off to see, and I am curious; the latter just because I am curious. I suspect I know where the majority come from, but I could very well be mistaken.)
2) Can you get me a recipe? Seriously (and for both personal and academic reasons), I am looking for recipes. Specifically, I want old family recipes, especially if they are representative of whatever culture (from midwest US to middle east, from Nordic to Aboriginal, I don’t care which culture!), and all the more especially if they have stories attached to them about the people who cooked and/or ate this food. No recipe is too strange, and no recipe is too ordinary, if it is (for instance) your great-great-aunt’s favorite.
Take your time–I won’t be back for over a week–but please, for the sake of my frail ego, don’t let me come home to an empty comment thread! (If your family recipes are considered secret, you don’t have to give the entire recipe, or you can email it to me and maintain plausible deniability.)
I am, perhaps uncharacteristically, perfectly serious about this request; I hope to use some of the recipes in a class I am teaching this upcoming Fall. Last semester, I only asked my students–I did get some nice recipes, for (among other things, just to show the variety) blood sausage, chitlins, and feta with watermelon. I shared with them a recipe for goat lung, which is not a family recipe, only because my family has a history of very bad cooks. My grandmother pan-fried spaghetti. Seriously.
Starting the countdown, to
Get on the plane;
Flying away from here
Hoping the week is not
In the words of Tim Minchin… “see you on the other side.”