{"id":9600,"date":"2012-01-21T04:00:48","date_gmt":"2012-01-21T09:00:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/?p=9600"},"modified":"2019-10-20T16:35:39","modified_gmt":"2019-10-20T20:35:39","slug":"funeral-baked-meats","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/?p=9600","title":{"rendered":"Funeral Baked Meats"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_9601\" style=\"width: 370px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/tinkyweisblat.com\/_ourgrandmotherskitchens\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/01\/macandcheeseweb.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-9601\" class=\"size-full wp-image-9601\" title=\"macandcheeseweb\" src=\"http:\/\/tinkyweisblat.com\/_ourgrandmotherskitchens\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/01\/macandcheeseweb.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"360\" height=\"270\" srcset=\"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/01\/macandcheeseweb.jpg 360w, https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/01\/macandcheeseweb-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 360px) 100vw, 360px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-9601\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">No comfort food in the world can compete with macaroni and cheese!<\/p><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">My friend Alice from Dallas and I talk from time to time about writing a book called \u201cFood to Die For.\u201d Like most Americans, Alice and I grew up in communities in which cooking was the natural thing to do when a friend, relative, or neighbor died.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Sometimes there isn&#8217;t much one can do for the bereaved other than feed them. Food represents all the love we feel, all the caring remarks we\u2019d like to make, and all the memories we cherish.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">And let\u2019s face it: cooking is a heck of a lot more constructive than crying.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Alice grew up in Louisiana so her family brought gumbo, jambalaya, and pralines to the bereaved. I grew up in the northeast so my family tended toward more standard New England-y comfort food\u2014ham, macaroni and cheese, and brownies.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">I know people who bring bagels and lox to houses of mourning, as well as stews, soups, cookies, and lasagna. The trick is to identify comfort foods that can be prepared in advance and don\u2019t take much effort to reheat.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">My mother Jan often billed herself as a \u201cspecialist in funeral baked meats.\u201d When a neighbor died she quickly and efficiently helped relatives, friends, and neighbors organize the feast after the funeral or memorial service. Sometimes this included the favorite dishes of the deceased. Sometimes\u00a0the menu\u00a0consisted of\u00a0any\u00a0foods\u00a0that could be prepared in a hurry.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">My mother\u2019s funereal feasts were always well received. People liked (and still like) to munch while sharing memories and condolences.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">It seems appropriate then, that my mother\u2019s own memorial service on January 7 was followed by copious and delectable food.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Right after the speeches and hymns at the Federated Church in Charlemont, Massachusetts, the church\u2019s pastoral care committee put on a lavish spread of both savory and sweet finger food. It lived up to my memories of the events catered by the now defunct Charlemont Ladies Aid Society.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Later in the day relatives (some by blood, some in spirit) gathered at our house to chat about Jan and life \u2026 and of course to eat and drink some more.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Not being my mother, who liked to be thorough and was highly organized, I didn&#8217;t make both a turkey and a ham. I made only a ham. (Actually, I didn&#8217;t even make it myself since when my neighbors Will and Lisa offered to do something I handed the ham to them for baking!) There was plenty of food, however.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">My friend Peter, who considered himself Jan\u2019s third child, brought a huge dish of herbed chicken meatballs. Our neighbors Stu and Cathy prepared the world\u2019s largest bowl of salad. My mother\u2019s honorary goddaughter, Anna, brought fabulous artisan bread. My cousin\u2019s daughter Kyra made yummy cupcakes decorated with snowflakes. And Jan\u2019s aide Pam contributed her dense, delicious applesauce cake.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">I had very little to make: <a href=\"http:\/\/www.ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/?p=9536\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">a quick appetizer<\/a>, the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/?p=4800\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">salad dressing<\/a>, my grandmother\u2019s <a href=\"http:\/\/www.ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/?p=178\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">key-lime angel pudding<\/a>, and a large portion of macaroni and cheese. If I have to be honest, I must say that I didn\u2019t make all of those either since Pam helped A LOT! But I organized them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Macaroni and cheese was among my mother\u2019s funereal standbys. It is easy to prepare in advance, and it pretty much defines comfort food. So I decided to make it for her.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">My standard mac and cheese recipe isn\u2019t elegant and it isn\u2019t rocket science. It\u2019s pretty darn tasty, however. And it comforted me not only to eat it but to prepare it in memory of my mother. She would have enjoyed her party.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">The recipe below may be expanded pretty much as much as you like. I hope it graces the table at your next memorial service\u2014or even your next cozy supper party.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/tinkyweisblat.com\/_ourgrandmotherskitchens\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/01\/Macaroni-and-Cheese.pdf\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Macaroni and Cheese<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><em><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Ingredients:<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">4 tablespoons (1\/2 stick) butter<br \/>\n1 teaspoon Dijon mustard<br \/>\n4 tablespoons flour<br \/>\n1-1\/4 cups milk, plus more milk as needed<br \/>\npaprika to taste<br \/>\nsalt to taste<br \/>\nfreshly ground pepper to taste (optional)<br \/>\n1 cup grated cheese (sharp Cheddar or Swiss or a combination; a little Parmesan is nice in here, too), divided<br \/>\n1\/2 pound cooked and drained macaroni (I like seashells or wagon wheels, but elbows are fine, too)<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><em><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Instructions:<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Preheat the oven to 375 degrees.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">In a heavy saucepan melt the butter, and stir in the mustard. Whisk in the flour and cook, whisking constantly, for a minute or two. You want the mixture (the roux) to cook and merge but not to get brown.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Add the milk a little at a time, whisking constantly. Bring the sauce to a boil. Add paprika to give it a pink tint plus salt and pepper to taste. I love salt, but remember that the cheese you are about to stir in is salty; I\u2019d start with 1\/2 teaspoon and add more later as needed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Reduce the heat and cook, whisking, for 2 more minutes. Remove the mixture from the heat and use a spoon to stir in at least half of the cheese. (If you continue to whisk with the cheese, your whisk will get gummy!)<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">In a 1-1\/2 to 2-quart casserole dish combine the macaroni and the sauce. Your casserole should be nice and moist. If for some reason it looks a little dry (this can happen if your cheese is very absorbent), stir in a little more milk. It will evaporate in the oven. Take a tiny taste of your sauce and add more salt if you need to.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Sprinkle the remaining cheese on top of the macaroni mixture, and top with a little more paprika. Cover the dish and place it in the oven.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Bake for 20 minutes; then uncover your macaroni and cheese and continue to cook until it is nice and bubbly, 10 to 15 minutes more. Serves 4 to 6.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">\n<div id=\"attachment_9603\" style=\"width: 370px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/tinkyweisblat.com\/_ourgrandmotherskitchens\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/01\/Taffy-on-Chaise-Longueweb.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-9603\" class=\"size-full wp-image-9603\" title=\"Taffy on Chaise Longueweb\" src=\"http:\/\/tinkyweisblat.com\/_ourgrandmotherskitchens\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/01\/Taffy-on-Chaise-Longueweb.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"360\" height=\"453\" srcset=\"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/01\/Taffy-on-Chaise-Longueweb.jpg 360w, https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/01\/Taffy-on-Chaise-Longueweb-238x300.jpg 238w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 360px) 100vw, 360px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-9603\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Jan with the faithful Truffle<\/p><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\"><em><span style=\"color: #339966;\">If you enjoyed this post, please consider taking out an email subscription to my blog. 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