Bacon, Asparagus and Cheese Sandwiches

I like funerals.

I was thinking last week that I know more people who have passed away in the past six months than I know people who’ve had a baby in the same six months.  Is that a function of my age, or are a lot of people dying?

I don’t like people dying, but I do like funerals.  I have never been sorry to have attended one, and I’ve always learned something inspiring.  I also like all the stories and memories that surround them.  I was reminded of this at the viewing for my Dad’s cousin on Monday night.  You learn so many things about people and make so many connections when you attend events of this kind.  As sad as they are, they’re uppers in their own strange way.  They remind you what really matters in life.

When I was at my Aunt’s funeral at the end of January, I learned something about my Dad that I’d never heard before.  He started telling her four sons about how, when their mother died while they were still kids, Aunt Laurie was the one who went to the kitchen and prepared some of the meals that their recently deceased Mom had made for the family.  He spoke of how comforting it was to him, how it made home feel more like home, how much it meant to him and to their Dad.

Then my cousin asked, “What did she make?”

His reply:  “Bacon, Asparagus and Cheese sandwiches.”


And they all smiled.  They said it was her favorite food all her life, that she would make dinner for the family and then make one of these sandwiches for herself.

My sister and I looked at each other and said, “We’ve never heard that before!”

So I made some for my family and told them, “This is something that your Grandpa Sheffield ate when he was growing up.”


Ingredients:

1 lb. asparagus (I went for super thin so they would be easy for my children to bite) 1 lb. bacon shredded cheese hamburger buns I steamed the asparagus and cooked the bacon.  Then I sprinkled cheese on the insides of the hamburger buns and broiled them until the cheese was bubbly.

Then I cut the bacon strips in half, placed two on the bun and put a bunch of asparagus on top.  Add the top of the bun and you’re done.

And guess what?  My family LOVED them.  A few of them aren’t partial to the asparagus, but that’s no surprise.  In general they were a big hit.  Even my husband was impressed.

Who knew that a long forgotten story of comfort food could turn out to be a new favorite?


As I said, you learn some great things at funerals.  And occasionally you get a new recipe.

Hopeful Homemaker

1901 House

Last month when I attended my Aunt Laurie’s funeral in Idaho we stopped for a few minutes at the home of her mother-in-law Leora Brown in Malad, Idaho.  Built in 1901, she and her husband married in 1941.  They raised their family in this house.  She has now buried her husband and two of her sons, one of whom is my uncle, who passed away less than four months before Aunt Laurie.

I couldn’t help but marvel at the irony of walking through the house Uncle Dennis grew up  in… after he is gone.   Leora graciously allowed me to take a few pictures…


The only bathroom in the house, and it had the most amazing wallpaper up in it.  I would never choose it, but still I loved it, and I was amazed at how long it’s been there.

A look at the whole bathroom:


Ten foot ceilings throughout the entire main floor of the house.  Gorgeous.  And  fun detail on the openings between rooms.  More vintage wallpaper.


Awesome transoms above every door.  The glass has been painted on all of them, and on a few there was wallpaper.  I loved that a couple of them will still open.


Original doors still in place, with their original hardware and detail.  Wow.  They’ve been there for more than 100 years.


Upstairs there were sloped rooms, more vintage wallpaper, an armoire filled with quilts Leora has made over the years.  This vintage wallpaper stopped me in my tracks.  Can I have some?  Please?


The house sits on the family farm in Malad, the cemetery just across the ravine.


I really wouldn’t mind watching some sunrises from this spot.  Wouldn’t mind it at all.  It was breathtaking to pause and look up, marveling at the grandeur of the sky.


And then we drove home.   It was a great little stop on our way out of Malad.  Many thanks to all the Browns for sharing this treasure with me.

HH

Street Corners

Every day I drive through a particular intersection multiple times.   The most common topic of conversation in our car while we wait at the light is the teen-aged boys who dances on the street corner holding a Little Caesar’s $5 Hot’N’Ready Pizza sign.  While most people who do this just wave the sign around while listening to music on their ipod, these guys really dance, making it a somewhat entertaining experience.

The other day my thirteen year old was just hyper.  He was being silly, making noise, and (to be honest) bugging everyone in sight.  Not doing anything bad ,  just being kind of in your face and unbelievably persistent about it.  Boy, oh boy, did he want some attention!


(I figure if you’re making a face like that while your Mom is trying to take a picture of your cute little sister, and you get warned that it’s going on the blog if you don’t get out of the way, well…. you deserve to have it on the blog.  I have some 30 pictures of him doing things like this, but usually I forbear.)

Thirty minutes later I was once again observing the dancing Little Caesar’s guy.

And then it hit me.

Little Caesar’s is doing it all wrong.

They’re paying kids to do this!  I think they could get it for free.  What they should do is make their signs available to parents of teenagers.  When your son needs a dose of humility, you simply drop him off on a street corner with a Little Caesar’s sign, drive across the street, and watch.  And laugh.  And calm down.

Then you pick them back up when they’re ready to be nice and when some other kid gets dropped off.

I think it’s a great idea.  In fact, it sounds like a win-win solution to me.  Little Caesar’s gets free advertising, teenage boys get to be weird in front of a crowd, and parents get to cool off.   Everyone else gets to smile, or wave, or look away, or honk, or go buy a pizza, or whatever.

I’ve already told him I’m going to track down a sign…

HH

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