I like my potatoes riced. Riced potatoes involves pushing it through a grid. It comes out looking like rice.
The first time I had them was in Sweden. While it’s just a texture thing, I sure like them better than mashed or baked. So, as you may have guessed, I made riced potatoes to go along with our salmon today.
The Thunderbird Drive-In provided much entertainment. We didn’t have VCRs or DVDs in those days. If you wanted to see a movie, you went to the theatre or the drive-in. In our case, the drive-in was across Quinn Road.
I’d go out into the barley field with my dad’s binoculars and watch the cartoons. I couldn’t hear them, and often wished I could somehow pipe the sound over to the field.
As a family, we’d go to the drive-in every so often. There was a playground there and I would spend my time at the playground until the ads started.
Dinners at Grandma’s
Sunday dinners were often at grandma’s. Most of the time it was pork or beef roast. While grandpa had his background in butchering, the roasts were usually well done. It wasn’t until later that I discovered a medium cooked roast was much more tasty… and tender.
They had a garden and snap peas, rhubarb, apricots, gooseberries, chokecherries, carrots and onions were the main crops I remember. Grandpa loved his apricot tree and it grew HUGE apricots.
Most of the fruit ended up as preserves. Grandma was the best jam and jelly maker ever. She was also an excellent bread maker and the combination of her bread with her homemade jams and jellies was superb.
I didn’t have many friends out where we lived. There were two girls who lived next door — Karen and Lisa, but no boys in the area. That’s probably another reason I liked going to Grandma’s. There were a couple of boys in the neighborhood that were my age.
Even then, it was hit-n-miss at Grandma’s. When I couldn’t find a boy may age to play with, I was of on an adventure.
Once, I was at the park and a bus pulled up. I got on the bus and spent a day with a bunch of older kids at a park near the mountains. When I came home that night, I was greeted by some very upset grandparents and my mom. At the time, I didn’t see what the big deal was, but as an adult, I can see where that would have been one scary day for them.