Nanny was a great cook back in her day although there was never a fancy main dish on her table. She served potatoes (usually fried) for a side with every single meal because that’s what my Pap-pa wanted.
She was the queen of cobblers and pies — the crust was always homemade. I don’t remember her baking cakes, but she made a mean persimmon pudding and a tasty cheesecake.
One of the main dishes she prepared often was salmon patties.
For dinner yesterday, I thought of her as I made them just the way that she always did. I’ve never seen anyone else make 3-sided patties… except for Mom, and of course, she does that because Nanny always did.
Ben’s old enough to remember Nanny making salmon patties for him — and if I did a bun-sized patty he’d probably look at me like I’d lost my mind.
For the record, I didn’t eat even one bite of these things. Not just because of the diet challenge, but primarily because when I’m the one that makes them (and smells them), I pass on putting them in my mouth.
Now you know: In 1995, 7 children died in a bus crash in Fox River Illinois when a substitute driver stopped with the back part of the bus still on train tracks. The children were screaming for her to move ahead but she became confused and a train hit the bus a 60mph.