Upon which, she would cheerfully jump up and giggle and run to the kitchen to fetch the pepper. She adored Mr B; and he although he loved her, he would discover later in life that he adored her just as much as she had adored him.
She loved to have the family around her; as many as possible. Fill that dining room with people and noise! When my once-husband and I lived in the city, we'd go to their house 2-3 times a week to eat.
There were 2 dishes that she made that were great -- sweet 'n' sour meatballs and her chicken and rice casserole. But other than those two, she was an awful cook! I mean awful!
We'd arrive at 5:15 for dinner, and she'd only then be taking the steaks out of the freezer. She'd pop them under the broiler and Voila! Within 10-15 min, we'd have grain-fed, organically raised shoe leather, complete with mealy potatoes and overcooked veg. (Better fill up on her home-made pickles and chow-chow..... which were great!)
She was an absolute darling of a woman. She'd be the 1st to laugh along with you at her terrible cooking.
There was always between 3 to 5 home baked items in the kitchen -- never store bought. She made absolutely the best pound cake that I have ever tasted; they were on the table for every birthday and anniversary. Her cinnamon or lemon/lime loaves were divine; not overly sweet and always full of flavor. Her squash and apple pies, beautiful. And the cookies! There were at least 2 kinds a week in the cookie tins.
In honor of that wonderful lady who was my biggest fan and best ally in a family that could often be overpowering and judgmental, I'd like to offer up one of her favorite old-time cookies, one I often baked for her grandbabies.
Preheat oven to 400 degrees.
Form dough into 1 1/2'' balls and roll in the cinnamon and sugar mixture.