Sunday, May 11, 2014

Buttered Noodles!

The town I grew up in...a small town in Ohio...was almost idyllic...we walked to school and the pool and the park and had parades and festivals for everything. It was and still is the kind of place where you can get on your bike and ride around all morning...come home for lunch...one that my mom had ready...and hop back on your bike to ride around some more.
My sister always lived a block or two from my mom...my mom was ever ready for babysitting and since my mom's house was closer to the schools...she often had my sister's kids there for lunch...typically my mom would make their favorites...including buttered noodles...and my dad would always have their favorite snacks...that's just how my parents were.

Now...my sister's daughter lives a few blocks away from my sister...and my sister does for her what my mom did for my sister. My niece just had her 4th baby...and her kids are as easily at home in my sister's house as they are in their own...my sister's cupboards are filled with their favorite snacks...toy baskets are everywhere...and some toys don't even make it back to their house but stay forever at my sister's. Eventually my niece is going to buy her mom's house and my sister is going to build a smaller house next door...not too far away...lol...right now my sister's house is the go to place for all of her grandchildren's parties.

This is my sister Paula and her daughter Emily...this is probably when Em graduated from Ohio State...before Lily, Joey, Owen and Henry!


So...that brings me to my mom's buttered noodles...

That was the lunch that every one of us begged my mom to make...it's our family's comfort food...and although every one of us can remember the taste and the kind of noodles she used...none of us can manage to make them the way my mom did...I am not even sure she used butter...I remember tubs of yellow stuff. I make buttered noodles for Den, my sister makes them, my nieces makes them, we talk about them when we are together...but when we make them...there is always something missing...




Have a wonderful day!

10 comments:

  1. I'll tell you what's missing - the love your mother put into them. What a lovely tribute to your mom!

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  2. Oh, wow, what a lovely story! And now I want those butter noodles. But I know what you mean...Mom's version has that something special that is indescribable.

    Love reading about where you grew up. I grew up in the country, near a small town, within five miles of all the aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents. There is something about that kind of childhood....well, it's memorable.

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    1. Thank you! That kind of town just makes everything feel safe and good!

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  3. That was a nice walk down Memory Lane! Happy Mother's Day.

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  4. How awesome that she's celebrated through a dish she made for her family. I love it. *hug*

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  5. If you remember seeing yellow tubs then she probably used margarine. I had the same conversation over my husband's grandparents and her famous mashed potatoes. I always tasted bacon in them and when I asked her before she passed, she said there might be bacon in it. She didn't want to tell me! I think she used bacon fat but the fat to butter ratio I can never get right.

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    1. Too funny! She wouldn't tell you...sweet! My mom told but they still don't taste the same!

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  6. My mom made what she called breaded noodles. Flat eggs noodles cooked (al dente, I'm sure), then fried in butter with bread crumbs. SO good!

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