Wednesday, 15 August 2012

Salmon Patties...simply scrumptious!

The room is dark, except for the flickering glow of the television broadcasting the 6:00 news from CHCH TV in Hamilton.

Outside is a blustering winter night, snow blowing in the wind, people braving the elements to come home to their families and hunker down for the night.

A little girl is fast asleep in the cushioned orange swivel chair (remember, this was the 1970s) in her father's den.

From the floor below, savoury cooking smells start to waft upstairs, and then her mother's melodic voice calls up for the kids to come to dinner.

Heavy-eyed, the little girl pulls herself from sleep, turns off the television, and makes her way downstairs for dinner - mmm salmon patties.

This is a true memory, and as vivid today as the day - some 35 years ago - that I lived it.  And the salmon patties were so delicious.  Hot and crisp, dipped into HP sauce.  This is a lovely meal, with a side Caesar salad and some Duchess potatoes.  One that I plan on making the next time Sara is out (she is allergic to fish, so it is not something we indulge in when she is home).

From my family to yours, I hope you enjoy this dish as much as I do.

Until next time, I wish you a wonderful day filled with family, fun, friends and fantastic food.  B'Tayavon & Buon Appetito!

Carol's Salmon Patties


  • 1 can salmon
  • ½C bread crumbs
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 small onion, diced
  • 1 tsp worchestershire sauce
  • 1 tbsp flour
  • 1 tbsp lemon juice
  • salt and pepper to taste

Combine all ingredients, form into patties, fry in skillet until golden brown.  Serve hot with HP sauce or the white sauce Mom has written on the same page as this recipe.  

Carol's White Sauce

  • 2 tbsp butter
  • 2 tbsp flour
  • pinch of salt
  • 1C milk
Combine ingredients in the order they are listed, heat in saucepan, whisk the whole time.  Serve hot on salmon patties.

Thursday, 2 August 2012

A Guest Post For A SPECIAL Reason

Hello everyone surfing the Internet world, I am the ten year old offspring of Naomi, who is the offspring of Carol, who is the offspring of Louise, who is the offspring of Gertrude, who is the offspring of...

I forget.

My mom made me write in the introduction :"The ten year old offspring" because my writing is a bit awkward at parts.

Anyways, hi. So, I was just being the athlete I am, surfing.

Surfing the web.

When I was going to check out my blog. (I would promote it because it is just so amazing, but I care so much about it that I forgot the URL) When Naomi forgot to log out of My Mother's Treasure. I was about to log out when I saw something extremely amazing on the screen.

And this time it wasn't the reflection of my face.

It was the amount of views that this blog has reached.

Before I go on, there is one thing you should understand about how our household works:
Everyone worships me and feeds me grapes while I sit in my throne.

Hah. I wish.

Actually, I am probably the most talkative person in this household, not to mention the most observant of imperfect things. I guess you could call me a perfectionist. Anything and everything that goes on in my house, I notice.

Not so lucky for my family.

So, I notice on the clock when any of these happen:

  • 1:11
  • 2:22
  • 3:33
  • 4:44
  • 5:55
  • (and let's not forget:) 11:11

I have this ritual, that I find just the best thing ever known to man. But I was rudely awakened by everyone at school that: (and I quote) "Rebecca, be quiet. You are probably the most annoying person in this class. And you know you are extremely annoying when we are even counting our teacher."


So, the ritual is to say this every time I see that on the clock: (e.g. 1:11)

"It's exactly 1:11 which is three ones, which is all ones on that (alarm clock, computer screen, Rogers Cable Box, you get the idea)".

But I can't be jumping around. My voice has to be smooth, and so do my actions, and I have to say this extremely fast with fluid movements, and a soft smooth voice before the minute passes.

How is this a ritual with  my family? Mostly because, each time they tend to say:

"Go outside if you want to say that."

That is a problem, because I need to be looking at the clock when I say that, and not to mention:
Soft and smooth blinking.

Sorry, I took so long to explain it, that you might need to read the beginning again to remember what this was about.

Okay, continuing, the most amazing thing I had ever seen on the Internet was:

It was exactly 18000 views on My Mother's Treasure! So I quickly said:
"It is exactly eighteen-thousand views which is three words,which is eighteen-thousand views on that computer screen."

And I succeeded.

This might have been confusing, but this moment was mostly special because I succeeded at saying nineteen words really fast, before it became 18001 views.

Now a lot of people might write in response to this post:
"I wanted recipes because recipes are cool and make me so happy and all so give me recipes instead of reading this kid's writing."
"I wanted to hear about Hanukkah and stuff because I like dreidels and latkes instead of reading this kid's writing."
"Rebecca sounds amazing. Just like a goddess."

But I have one thing to say to every single one of those comments.
(Except for the last one.)

"Hey. Don't say that. My Mom says I'm cool."
"On the Internet you can be anything you want behind that screen.
It's strange so many people choose to be awkward."

Thank you for reading this guest post.

Yabba dabba doo.

(^I learned how to sign off like that from a website that says it makes you look extra cool.)