When I was a small girl, my mom’s sister Ann lived near us. Well, to be perfectly honest, Columbus was/is a pretty small town, so arguably everyone lived near us. For a period of time, Ann lived in a house that at various times accommodated different members of my mother’s family.
My recollection is that when Ann resided in that house it had a HUGE rock garden with beautiful flowers. When I drive by the house today, there is no garden, and the side yard where the garden once was located is just a normal sized yard. Ah, the eyes of children….
But what I really remember about that house is that Ann’s decorating taste ran to, well, let’s call it busy. There were pictures or crafts or some kind of tchotchke on every part of her walls. I’m not trying to be unkind. It wasn’t particularly tacky. It was just, well, I can’t think of a better word than busy.
Very unlike our house. My mother’s style was simple. Our house was decorated with impeccable taste.
In other words, not busy.
I thought about different decorating styles yesterday morning as Bill and I took a three-mile walk around our neighborhood. Our route took us past a block of single family homes that seemingly house older residents. You can just tell.
One house in particular gave off the vibe of housing an elderly person. (And remember, an elderly person is anyone older than you. As time goes on, there are fewer and fewer people older than you. Sigh.) The yard was filled with garden gnomes and geese wearing clothing and artificial flowers. As we walked past, I said to Bill, “Do you think there will come a time when will I start putting garden gnomes and artificial flowers in our front yard?”
But I realized that I likely never will. It’s just what each generation brings to the table as a result of experiences and what you grew up with. And each generation is different. My generation doesn’t really do garden gnomes.
In my blog yesterday I talked about vegetables. One of my commenters noted that her mother always cooked vegetables – even broccoli – an hour, until they were mush. Her comment made me think about the dining room in the retirement community in which my mother-in-law resides. Their chef, God bless her, offers fresh vegetables at each meal, and every time I’ve been there, Wilma and her friends have complained that the vegetables are undercooked. They aren’t happy unless the green beans or the broccoli are a pale green and can be swallowed without chewing. It’s what they grew up with.
My generation, trained to cook by the Food Network, steams the vegetables until cooked but not mush. Later generations will probably just take a pill instead of eating vegetables at all.
Different generations; different ideas. Life goes on.
And speaking of vegetables, in keeping with my promise to offer a meat-free recipe each week during Lent, here is today’s offering…
The grocery stores are carrying something new from Fleischman’s (and perhaps others as well) called Pizza Crust Yeast. I’m not sure how the yeast is different, but you can literally have a homemade-from-scratch pizza in less than a half hour because the dough doesn’t require any time to rise.
Please, please, please don’t let the idea of kneading throw you off the notion of making this pizza. The dough is soft and easily worked, and you just knead it for 3 – 4 minutes. Push it away from you, fold it over, push it again. Kneading is easy.
I was able to shape the pizza without a rolling pin, though I did then use the pin to make it an even thickness. I baked it right on my pizza stone that I sprinkled with corn meal, but you can put it on a greased pizza pan or cookie sheet as an alternative. Still try the corn meal. Yum.
The recipe makes one thicker crust, or two thinner crusts. I haven’t yet tried dividing the dough.