A forgotten snack

I remember when Michelle and I would ask Mom on Sunday mornings if we could make monkey bread. Mom still had the original recipe she had gotten from someone when she lived in New York, written on an index card in black ink. It was faded and old, but there was something about it that brought you back to a time before the cooking show entertainment phenomenon, before Food Network, before Epicurious. It was a time when recipes were sacred, and when someone shared a recipe with you it meant you were special.

We got to cut the dough and roll it in cinammon and sugar and drop it in the pan. Mom would melt the butter and pour it over the dough and then put it in the oven. Within minutes the entire house smelled like "love" as Mom would say. We couldn't wait for the monkey bread to come out of the oven. And when it did, we would break off delicious piece after piece until it looked like a whole side had been hit by a demolition squad. I used to make monkey bread all the time, but I hadn't in a long while. So when I saw the biscuit dough in tubes at the supermarket I decided to go back in time once more.

How did monkey bread get its name? Check it out.

Comments

[Kalen]

Wow! I still have the Monkey’s Bread recipe
that u gave me years ago. Remember Hi-D?

[Michelle]

Must. Have. Monkey. Bread...

[KIRA]

Durante más de una semana, he acompañado mi taza de café de las mañanas con una delicada sonrisa de
nostalgia. Es como cuando buscas
en tu buzón, esa nota que cambiará
tu día. Hoy, después de tanto tiempo,
celebro tu regreso y disfruto tus palabras especialmente.

Cuando yo era pequeña, cada
domingo, mi mamá se vestía de "amor"
y me nombraba su asistente pastelera
para preparar el mejor pie de manzana,
pudín de pan y pie de queso del mundo. Aun puedo recordar ese "embriagante olor a domingo", nos envolvia a todos...

Gracias por llevarnos en tu cápsula del tiempo y hacernos disfrutar de los pequeños detalles que hacen la vida más placentera.

Cheers for you Heidi Reichl !

[Indra Barrios Lasso]

Es tan lindo recordar esos olores que te hacen regresar en un tiempo tan, pero tan especial. Cuando abrí tu post me dije: esto no es un post, es una maldad para los que no podemos comer esta suculencia! Pero luego leí y me emocionaron tus palabras. Gracias Heidi.

[Michelle]

Heidi do you remember how we were always so scared to pop the biscuit tin rolls?

[Heidi]

Karen...I remember! Have you ever made it???? Hmm????

Hey Mich...I'm STILL scared of those biscuit tins!

Kira..Indra..LOVE YOU!