Playing with your food
For some reason a discussion of yogurt in food reminded me of this old staple, fussel’s cream! While I loved fresh cream, I can’t say I cared for this back in the day, but maybe I would now. Only problem is I’m not even sure it exists anymore!
But Sunday evening’s supper wasn’t complete for Dad without something sweet, with some cream on top.
Going off on a tangent here, another thing I only recently noticed or paid attention to, after so many years away, is that we Newfoundlanders are the only ones I’ve encountered that call “canned” products “tinned”. I mentioned at work one day that I had a tin of Pepsi, and they looked at me like I was nuts (well they do that anyway, but this time it was for the tin).
Back on topic, and in relation to the title, there was one aspect of this cream that I did like, that was playing with it to thicken the cream. I guess over time the cream started to separate, and my “job” was to shake it to help thicken it. Of course my ideas of shaking may have been rolling it on the floor, using it as a puck in a game of knee floor hockey, and I may even have shaken it occasionally!
Anyway, another memory I thought I’d share, now to go find some partridge berry tart and cream!
- Apple Crumble (shebakesat180.wordpress.com)
Raised in outport Newfoundland in a town of 65 people, I pursued a post secondary diploma in Information Technology right out of High School.
I’ve always been a geek at heart, but yet I love the rural life I grew up with. Fishing, hunting, camping and the great outdoors are still loves of mine, even if I don’t pursue them as often as I once did. Sports were always a big part of our lives, and I played many (badly) and loved them all.
Playing with your food
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