Sunday, December 20, 2020
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My Aunt Miriam was skilled in many areas, but an area of expertise that touched me directly was her baking. She held very high standards for her baked goods, which also translated to high standards for those of us she coached in baking. Recipes were freely shared... and alterations were met with a heavy dose of skepticism. Why mess with what was already good? Rarely did she come to my house without the gift of a loaf of Yulekake in hand for me to pop into my freezer. She knew how much I loved her Yulekake—-just the right amount of the sticky citron bits—not too much! She would sometimes save the handful of slightly darker vanilla butter cookies that she deemed she had “burned” to give to me, knowing how much I loved the caramel flavor the buttery cookies get as they brown. She knew exactly what the ideal bread machine should look like and how it should function, and my cousins and brother in law worked hard to oblige her in her hunt for the right replacement when hers gave up after years of strenuous use. They knew that without a bread machine, there would be no gifts of her delicious bread!
She introduced our extended family to the brunekake cookie that we all now include on our Christmas platters. And no family event was complete without her famous rice pudding. We all knew to put it on our plate on the first pass through the buffet line, since if you waited to scoop some up as your dessert, it would be long gone. I am grateful to my sister for telling me that Miriam had whispered to her one Christmas that the meatballs I had prepared were “almost as good as her mother’s.” It is a compliment from a dearly beloved aunt that I will cherish. She will be greatly missed.
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