Yorkshire Pudding

Travelling back in time we remember the days of yesteryear.

Sunday dinner at our family home.  Always, after morning church, hymns sung, prayers prayed, sermon listened to.

Then home, to my Mom's delectable Roast beef dinner, with roasted potatoes, carrots and onions and gravy, lots of brown luscious gravy.  Most delicious of all, Yorkshire Pudding - puffed high and golden, crispy on the outside, soft and tasty as you bite into it.   For dessert it was often apple pie or apple crisp.  Like her Mother before my Mom was a great cook.

Today, I made the comfort food of my childhood, that Roast beef dinner, with some variations:  fluffy mashed potatoes, rich and buttery; broccoli and corn, and the piece de resistance, Yorkshire Pudding.  Already the Yorkshire Pudding has become legendary in our home, almost a necessity when making roast beef for dinner.  Our daughter asks, "Mom, are you making Yorkshire"?  When the answer comes back "yes", she smiles with delight.

I think we could actually forgo the rest of the dinner and just eat Yorkshire Pudding with gravy and be completely happy.  I have been known to get up at midnight, sneak downstairs and raid the refrigerator when there are leftovers of Yorkshire.  Somehow the Yorkshire knows my name and calls me, beckoning me from sleep...:)

Oh and I made Apple Pie too.  It was warm, rich, cinnamon y and lovely.

Favourite foods and flavours brings memories sweet and mouth-melting.

Some days are best served with comfort foods of our childhood.  Let the anguish and worries of  life recede to the Netherlands.

Savour only the good, inhale the aromas of happiness, let the flavours roll delightfully on the tongue.

Speak words of kindness to each other, drink the sweetness of good company.

Tomorrow has enough troubles of its own.

Today I will cherish the food and the memories.  Today I will cherish the time that I can spend with the people that are here, now.

Today I will make memories.

Today it will be a Yorkshire Pudding day.