American Cantaloupes Aren’t Real Cantaloupes

If you’ve ever bitten into the sweet, pastel orange flesh of a melon with a gray webbed rind and thought to yourself, “Yum, cantaloupe,” you were wrong. Not about the deliciousness, but about the name of the fruit. A “real” cantaloupe, or at least the original bearer of the name, is a European cantaloupe. What Americans think of as cantaloupe is a different fruit.

March Food Holidays!

March Food Holidays!

Upcoming Food Holidays for March:

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March 1

National Peanut Butter Lover’s Day

March 2

National Banana Cream Pie Day

March 3

National Mulled Wine Day

March 4

National Pound Cake Day

March 5

National Cheese Doodle Day

March 6

National Frozen Food Day

March 7

National Crown Roast of Pork Day

March 8

National Peanut Cluster Day

March 9

National Crabmeat Day

March 10

National Blueberry Popover Day

March 11

National Oatmeal-Nut Waffle Day

March 12

National Baked Scallops Day

March 13

National Coconut Torte Day

March 14

National Potato Chip Day

March 15

National Pears Helene Day

March 16

National Artichoke Hearts Day

March 17

National Green Beer Day

March 18

National Lacy Oatmeal Cookie Day

March 19

National Chocolate Carmel Day

March 20

National Ravioli Day

March 21

National French Bread Day

March 22

National Bavarian Crepes Day

March 23

National Chip and Dip Day

March 24

National Chocolate Covered Raisins Day

March 25

National Lobster Newburg Day

March 26

National Nougat Day

March 27

National Spanish Paella Day

March 28

National Black Forest Cake Day

Something On A Stick Day

March 29

National Lemon Chiffon Cake Day

March 30

March 30: Turkey Neck Soup Day

March 31

National Clams on the Half Shell Day

Oranges and Lemons Day

Tater Day

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Story: Mama’s Jars

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MAMA’S JARS
     Growing up, our family always had a huge garden.
     All types of vegetables were grown. Everyone had to join the work
Force — you could not escape the toil that it took to bring this garden to
The kitchen table. The weeding never stopped. The minute you were old
Enough to grasp a hoe, your spring and summer changed forever. You soon
Learned what was a weed and what was not.
     At harvest time every member of the family picked, shucked, peeled,
Cored, and snapped. Whatever was needed, you did it. There was no getting
Out of the canning season. Believe me all four of our young inventive
Minds thought of every possible excuse to bale out!
      My main job was washing the jars. As the only girl in the family, my
Hands were always the smallest. The mason jars were always super dirty
Because they were stored in the basement and under the edge of the house in
The galvanized wash tubs.
     I hated that job! That water was always scalding hot, and no matter
How much I complained, Mama always told me that it had to be that hot to
Kill the germs, and that my small hands could reach every bit of the round
Bottom of the jars.
     My Mama was a wizard at canning! She always had a basement full of
Canned goods, from homemade vegetable soup to beef and pork, to jellies and
Jams, to homemade apple butter. You could find any kind of pickle on my
Mama’s shelf. Why, you could even find homemade tomato juice there.
     Nothing could compare with that taste of freshness on a cold winter’s
Day. All that was needed was a pan full of Mama’s homemade yeast rolls!
     My Mama had a great assembly line. She had four of the best workers
That childbearing could produce. She kept us busy and out of trouble in
One felled swoop! We never came home from school and flopped down in front
Of the TV, and we never spent our summers out on the streets. We came
Home and changed from our school clothes and went right to work.
     I see nothing wrong in her reasoning. But, golly gee, she could have
At least left me with the knowledge of what to do with all of those
Vegetables after I picked, shucked, shelled, and husked them! At the very
Least, she could have told me what “cold packing” was, and maybe even
Taught me how to make those wonderful yeast rolls.
     Just what was I supposed to pass on to my daughter?  What is she
Supposed to pass on to my granddaughter?
     Well, thank goodness that I was smart enough to figure out how to put
Things in a zip-lock freezer bag!!

             — Judy Kiser