Dishin’ With Denise… A Dance With Mom

A sweet Mother’s Day moment, I’ll have breakfast with my Mom I’ll connect once again if only… in memories! Reminiscing of a Mother’s Day morning long ago in childhood I smile to myself ~ as my Dad always had the morning in control. The Victrola playing Al Martino, the pans, fans, percolators and toaster all going  full speed ahead for breakfast in honor of Mom …and her favorite meal! Whisking the eggs with milk, the sizzling bacon, sausage, and the fresh squeezed orange juice, the darkening scent of the English muffins popping up ready in just her desired shade warmly waiting for that savory spread of butter ~ was the scene! But… the chef in me was beginning to immerge ~ I wanted to take part in creating something tasty for my mother… just from me. With my Dad’s nod of consent ~ I went at it!  I put vanilla ice cream in a fancy bowl, drizzled with chocolate syrup (Bosco), topped with red maraschino cherries from the jar and spooned some juice for added color~ just wished I had some whipped cream? Hmm??? I used some raw egg whites and a bowl of sugar and beat with electric beater ~ till it looked sort of like whipped cream? Wa ~ La She loved the breakfast of course and was amazed at my encore ~ she asked eagerly for the secret ingredients that I so cleverly used and smiled as she tasted and critiqued. Certainly she delighted at my childish creativity and pretended to enjoy the taste… (Poor Mom ~ raw eggs?!) Her eyes sparkled at me like bright shiny stars. Afterwards we would go into the living room and in front of the big mirror we would slow dance cheek to cheek. (The best gift!)The breakfast, desert and the Dance! My Mom has been gone for many years but still I carry on her rite of motherhood with all those I love in honor of Mother’s around the Globe.

I hope this gives you the notion: “never lose your sense of wonder… and when you get the choice to sit it out or dance ~ I hope you DANCE! This Mother’s Day I will whip up that beloved breakfast and yes I do have a new improved version of the finale… fried fresh ripe pineapple slices in coconut oil with toasted pecans a drizzle of French liquor and truly real whipped  fresh cream with a tad of brown sugar! The taste ~ the smell delicious. “The “Dance”…intoxicating!