There is nothing quite like the loss of a same sex parent to make you sit up and take stock. I am thinking about the similarities and strengths I inherited from my mother, as my siblings and I grieve her loss. This gem arrived in the mail recently from one of my 4 sisters who was going through the last of our mother’s papers.
Yes, a little worse for the wear but it has every right to be as its been floating around for quite some time. Dragged from one house to another, and from apartment to retirement home. It is interesting what one saves.
When I was in first grade (gasp!) we made this lovely little number. I had a Great Aunt who, with her husband, was a missionary in India and one of our favorite meals was an Americanized curry and rice dish our mother inherited from her.
In looking at the posts that I have done so far, I realize that a good portion of them are about Indian food and cooking. That love affair started early! My memory of this dish was that she used her beloved ground beef. A credit to her efforts to keep us interested and satisfied with her cooking.