Rosettes are exactly as we made them as kids, and I have made them, mostly in recent (retirement) years. But I have used a deeper saucepan, where I can see from your post that using a skillet would allow for more to fry at one time. The date pinwheels also look scrumptious!
I have made rolled, cutout sugar cookies the past few years, and have found that using the rolling pin, dusting everything with flour.... brings back such vivid memories of my mother. She even had a wood framed rolling/cutting board covered with fabric, to make rolling and cutting the dough easier. She would scrub it down after each holiday.
Thank you for sharing about your lovely mother!
My mom was amazing. As a Navy wife, she could easily go between entertaining five people to 30 people at the drop of a hat! After my dad retired, My family would meet at my parents house (those close enough) and no matter if it was five of us or fifteen, she always seemed to have enough!
And she was a great cook, though she did make mistakes...:)
She and my dad were having a major, major fight. It was pretty grim. There were ill feelings in the air, not really a pleasant environment. My dad was an alcoholic who had not yet recovered in those days, he was French, Irish and Scottish ancestry, a very quiet drunk.
My mom was Italian and Armenian. VERY loud, vocal, emotional and hot tempered, putting up with my dad’s alcoholism. Two polar opposites. So the arguments were pretty much one way, with my dad just sipping his drink...
Anyway, my mom is making the dinner, angrily banging the crap out of the pots and pans, making spinach and rice, a family favorite. Very tasty, rice and spinach sauteed together in garlic and olive oil.
She is still steaming, and me and a few of my brothers, sisters and my dad (eight of us total, but I recall there were only four or five of us there that night) are sitting around the table when she comes over with the tureen of spinach and rice and slams it down on the table. We all help ourselves and as I take my very first bite...
Crunch.
Crunch.
Crunch.
This is completely disgusting. The food has sand in it. I look up, and all my brothers and sisters have momentarly paused after crunching on the sand. We all look at each other, not moving, and my father is still slowly chewing with an audible crunching sound.
My mom had been so upset she forgot to wash the spinach, and boy, was it dirty!
She looked at all of us and said “What? EAT! YOU HEARD ME! EAT!”
So we all took another mouthful...Crunch...Crunch...Crunch....you could actually HEAR it.
She sat down, took a mouthful, and...Crunch...
She looked up at everyone who was just meekly looking back at her, and said “OH FOR GOD’S SAKE!” And jumped up, grabbed the tureen and threw the whole thing, tureen and all in the trash.
Then, while her back was turned to us as she looked in the trash, I saw her shoulders shaking a little, then we heard a giggle which turned into a roaring laugh, after which we were all laughing, even my dad...:)
The infamous Spinach and Rice Dinner...