We had been married a few months when I wanted to make a special dinner for my new husband. So I decided to make one of my favorite meals, we always called it hash. I didn’t know what was in it, but I loved it as a kid.
So I called my mom and asked her, “Hey Mom, how do you make hash?”
She told me I needed to make a roast first. I didn’t want a roast, I explained, I just wanted hash.
What I never knew is that hash is what you make with leftover roast. The next day you don’t have enough left to make a whole meal out of, so you cut up the meat and whatever potatoes & carrots you have left with some onions and flour and you make a thick soup-like meal. It’s similar to beef stew, but thicker.
You don’t need a recipe…..it’s just thrown together. And take my advice and don’t search Google for “how to make hash.” You won’t find it, but you will find a lot of ways to use cannabis (I had no idea that was one of the names for it until I Googled it yesterday).
Last Saturday I thought of my first time making hash as I was cleaning up the kitchen after making roast for my family. We had a little leftover and I almost started to drool thinking about making it into hash the next day. Fix it with some fresh cornbread and you’ve got a little piece of country heaven right there.
Of course, this is 2016 so I will be making it all gluten-free, something we never heard of in 1975. We also never heard of Google, or Donald Trump, or Reality TV. Not everything is an improvement.
Last weekend (the one where I served roast) was the beginning of our long Christmas celebration. One of our daughters came home to see us for the day on Saturday and we had our Christmas with her. This week we have parties every day, some at our house and some other places. We’ve got decorated cookies and festive outfits flowing freely around here. This will continue until December 26, when I will take the Christmas decorations down and announce that we are “getting back to normal.” It’s a holiday tradition.
Today I am baking my 400th cookie to take to another get-together and I am feeling thankful for all of the friends God has given us. Having so many parties means having people in your life who want to be with you. There’s nothing like loving friends to warm the holiday season.
I think the best kinds of friends are like hash. Those who are no longer in your life were fine, but the friends that stuck around and hung in there with you are a little piece of country heaven. And I wouldn’t trade them for all the roast in the world.
Have a great week before Christmas. I wish I could send you all a decorated cookie!