New and improved Buffalo Wing Chili recipe, for the St. Andrew’s Chili Cook-off

I decided to re-post my Barry’s Buffalo Wing Chili recipe, in advance of this weekend’s annual St. Andrew’s Chili Cook-off in Ben Lomond, CA. It has all the basics of the original, with a few minor changes: letting the cooked wings marinate overnight in hot sauce, using masa instead of corn starch and letting the whole thing simmer 24 (instead of six!) hours. Enjoy!

BUFFALO WING CHILI (revised May 2011)
MEAT 3 ½ – 4 lbs chicken wings (about 16-20 wings) (get drummettes, if you can)
sea salt (to taste)
fresh grown black pepper (to taste)
2 tblsp paprika
¼ lb bacon
6 oz. Tobasco hot sauce
8 cloves fresh garlic (smashed)
1 yellow onion
1 cup dried white//Navy beans (makes 3 cups)
2 large green peppers each of sereno, anaheim and jalopeno peppers (roasted and peeled)
1 tblsp cumin
1 tblsp chipotle chili powder (or to taste)
2 tblsp dried parsley (or ¼ cup fresh chopped)
2 tblsp dried cilantro (or ¼ cup fresh chopped)
1 cup chopped celery (¼ inch)
1 cup chopped carrots (¼ inch)
6 cups low-salt vegetable broth
½ cup masa (corn flour)
½ cup chopped green onions

SOAK one cup of dry beans for at least 12 hours in three cups of water, after washing them and culling any bad beans.
CUT bacon strips in small cubes, FRY on medium heat in large frying pan until crisp. Set aside bacon to drain; keep for next day. DRAIN all but 4 tblsp of bacon.
PREHEAT oven to 375 F. Thinly coat deep baking dish with bacon fat.
CUT tip bones off wings (if not drummettes), wash thoroughly, lay in baking dish, sprinkle with salt, pepper and paprika.
BAKE about 50 minutes, until brown and tender. Thoroughly coat with Tabasco (or your favorite red-pepper hot sauce alternative). Set aside to cool, then refrigerate to marinate overnight, or for 12 hours.

After soaking the beans overnight, WASH beans again, add four cups of vegetable broth, bring to boil, then simmer for 90 minutes.
CHOP onions, peel, smash and chop garlic. BROWN both in same fry pan with remaining bacon fat, turning off heat when carmelizing begins. Stir garlic and onions thoroughly.
Add cilantro and parsley to garlic and onions. Simmer for about 30 minutes.
CUT fresh peppers lengthwise, clean out seeds. Place face down in broiler, BROIL under high heat until skins begin to turn black. Remove, cool slightly, peel off skins. Chop. Set aside. (Wash hands thoroughly!)
PEEL and CHOP carrots, chop celery, in quarter inch pieces. Boil both for about 15 minutes, to soften carrots
COMBINE garlic, onions, green onions, parsley, cilantro, chopped peppers, carrots and celery in heavy roasting pot or large deep skillet, stir and simmer.
COMBINE in small bowl the dry ingredients – cumin, chili powder.
SLICE meat from wings in bite-sized pieces, toss in mixing bowl with hot sauce marinade, to coat all surfaces.
Add 3 cups of broth to large pot, heat to warm. ADD masa, stir thoroughly. ADD beans, meat (chicken and bacon) and dry ingredients. MIX thoroughly.
COVER and SIMMER (or transfer to crock pot) on low heat for at least 12 hours (24 hours preferable), stirring occasionally very gently.

Serve in bowls with hot sour dough or hot corn bread.

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Days in May: Kent State remembered

“Four Dead in Ohio”

Monday, May 4, 1970.
The first reports came from Kent State via a Telex machine in our College Press Service office, part of a small Telex network linking college newspapers around the country: National Guard shoots at students. Unknown number killed and wounded. We had been gathering then disseminating news about the national student strike that had been organized to begin that day to protest the U.S. expansion of the Vietnam War into Cambodia. This was our best instant communication. As I recall, we tried to call, but I can’t remember if we got through. A Washington Post reporter showed up in our office to see what we had heard. This was before IPhones or cellphones, before YouTube or CNN or the Internet or National Public Radio. The images and information would filter out during the afternoon, first on network TV, then in the morning newspapers: In 13 chilling seconds, the guardsmen had fired 67 rounds, killing four students and wounding nine others. There was a new escalation to the war: on the home front. Neil Young would write the song the following week after seeing photographs of the killings in Life magazine.

One year later, on Monday, May 3, 1971, US marshals wearing yellow jumpsuits dropped out of dozens of helicopters at the foot of the Washington monument, fanned out over Foggy Bottom toward the Lincoln Memorial and herded anyone on the street – student protesters, veterans, tourists, journalists – into buses that delivered nearly 10,000 people to makeshift barbed-wire enclosures in southeast Washington. No names, no arrests, no charges, no prospect of release. The dragnet was a new tactic to break up anti-war demonstrations that had blocked commuter traffic to protest the widening war in Southeast Asia and commemorate the killing of students at Kent State and Jackson State in 1970. The next day, thousands more were arrested at sit-ins in front of government offices across the city. Wednesday afternoon, after two nights in the old DC Coliseum and two meals of stale baloney sandwiches and water, the final 2,500 “John and Jane Does” were released by US District Court judges on habeas corpus petitions filed by the American Civil Liberties Union.

As one of those John Does, I had a profound new appreciation of freedom, and how easily it could disappear. I left Washington the next week in my yellow Ford van, bound for a job as a police reporter in Upstate New York. Every year at this time, my thoughts roll back to those days in early May of ’70 and ’71.

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Where were you on Nov.22, 1963? The world changes for a 16-year-old in a small town.

Where were you on the afternoon of Nov. 22, 1963?
Here is a chronology of Friday, Nov. 22, 1963 (all times Eastern Standard Time)

12:39 am Air Force One arrives in Dallas
12:55 am Motorcade begins, the Kennedys and the Connallys are in the second car
1:29 pm Presidential limousine enters Dealey Plaza
1:30 pm Witnesses report three shots fired
1:36 pm ABC reports three shots fired
1:37 pm NBC radio bulletin, sniper fired three shots fired
1:39 pm Radio bulletin on Dallas KLIF: shots fired
1:40 pm CBS bulletin by Walter Cronkite: President has been shot, wounds could be fatal
1:45 pm United Press reports President Kennedy and Gov. Connally shot
1:45 pm NBC TV breaks into regular programming to report Kennedy had been shot
1:57 pm NBC begins continuous broadcasting
2:00 pm CBS, ABC join continuous radio, TV coverage
All regular programming and commercials canceled for the next four days
2:00 pm President Kennedy pronounced dead at Parkland Hospital
2:10 pm Dallas police officer JD Tippit fatally shot
2:22 pm CBS reports that President Kennedy died of wounds from assassin’s bullets
2:33 pm President Kennedy’s death announced. “He died of a gunshot wound to the brain.”
2:50 pm Lee Harvey Oswald arrested at the Texas Theatre

Sunday, Nov 24
12:21 pm Lee Harvey Oswald shot and killed at Dallas Police HQ by Jack Ruby on live TV

I was coming back from one of the practice rooms in my high school music department when the first announcement from our school principal came over the loudspeaker: “President Kennedy has been shot in Dallas. We don’t know anything more at this point.”
I was alone in what had been a locker room off the below-ground gymnasium in the old high school on Main Street in East Aurora, New York. I sat down, alto saxophone in hand, stunned, saying something like “Oh my God.” I don’t remember talking to anyone, or even seeing anyone, although I’m sure instrumental instructor and band leader Charlie Gange was around. I was alone with my thoughts of the young President. I slowly put the saxophone into its case. If I had another class that day I don’t remember what it was. I am sure I didn’t go to it. I sat and waited for Mr. McPherson to make the next announcement. The only radio was in the office. There was no TV in the school. Portable radios were still the size of lunch boxes, and were not allowed in school. I remember praying a little, hoping for some good news.
About 20 minutes later, there was a second announcement over the loudspeaker. This time I was sitting on a folding chair in the cavernous rehearsal room, the old school’s World War I-era gymnasium, when Mr. McPherson’s voice echoed off the high ceiling: “CBS is reporting that President Kennedy is dead.” If the principal said anything after that, from a thoughtful prayer for our nation or even an announcement that school was out early, I don’t remember. My memory of that fateful half hour on a Friday afternoon in my junior year of high school is so intensely clear. My memory of the next nearly 48 hours is practically non-existent, consisting of flickering images on my family’s black-and-white console TV, repeating over and over. I don’t remember walking home (I lived across the street from the school), talking to my parents or friends, the headlines in the morning and evening Buffalo newspapers that landed in our driveway twice daily or the words said at the Sunday morning service at the First Baptist Church. Nothing. Just those TV images. The motorcade. The crowds. The waving president. Jackie. Until Sunday after church.
We had just arrived home from church, and I immediately went downstairs to our basement family room where the TV was located. I turned it on just in time to see the accused assassin, Lee Harvey Oswald, escorted down a hallway, then suddenly shot – on live TV – by a guy later identified as strip club owner Jack Ruby. I remember yelling to my parents in the kitchen upstairs, sitting on the rug in front of the TV wearing my tie and sport coat, watching the chaos in Dallas continue to unfold. The memories end there.
It had been a year of inspiration. An astronaut spent an entire day circling the earth in a tiny Mercury capsule. Martin Luther King gave the famous “I have a dream” speech at the March on Washington. I had decided to become a doctor, to spend my life helping people. The world seemed to have bounced back from a real threat of annihilation in October 1962, and, despite wars in Asia and Africa and walls in Berlin, all had seemed optimistic and purposeful, symbolized for me by a youthful, brilliant, eloquent, handsome president. Now, with the death of that president, a whole new world lay before me: a decade of riots, wars and more assassinations, and a lot of growing up.

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Kilts, bagpipes and meat pies at the Kirkin o’ the Tartans and St. Andrew’s Feast Day Nov. 20 in Ben Lomond, Calif.

St. Andrew, patron saint of Scotland, Russia and Greece

Celebrate St. Andrew's Feast Day Nov. 20 in Ben Lomond

Wear your kilts! Bring your tartan!
Hear the Kirkin O’ the Tartans!
Sound the pipes! Heat up the pies!
Celebrate St. Andrew’s Feast Day!
Clear the dance floor!
6 p.m. Saturday, Nov. 20
St. Andrew’s Episcopal Church, 101 Riverside Avenue, Ben Lomond, California
($10/person, $25/family) Benefiting Valley Churches United
St. Andrew is the patron saint of Scotland, so it seems appropriate that St. Andrew’s Episcopal Church should be located in Ben Lomond, CA , where Scots were among the first settlers, landowners and shopkeepers.
The unincorporated town and the church are located in the valley of the San Lorenzo River, not to be confused with the nearby community of Scotts Valley (two Ts) which was named after Hiram Scott, who bought town in 1850. St. Andrew’s church was constructed of local redwood in 1899 and consecrated as an Episcopal Church in 1901, where it has held Anglican services and served the San Lorenzo Valley ever since.
Also in 1850, Thomas Bums, a loyal and probably nostalgic Scot, settled on top of a 3,000-foot mountain overlooking the San Lorenzo River, with the idea of growing grapes and making wine. He named his mountain Ben Lomond, for the historic mountain in southwestern Scotland, the land of his birth.
The need for redwood timber to build fast-growing San Francisco was stripping the forest resources of Oakland, and eyes turned south to the virgin forests of the Santa Cruz Mountains. The lumberjacks sent their logs down the river to the railroad junction in Felton, and lived in new towns near the saw mills, in Boulder Creek, and on a tract laid out at the foot of Ben Lomond Mountain on the river. Mill owners wanted to call this tract Pacific Mills, but the U.S. Post Office objected to naming a town after a business, and he settled on Ben Lomond, after the mountain.
Nearly 80 years later, when the city of San Cruz dammed a creek in the valley to create a reservoir for fresh drinking water, it was named Loch Lomond, after the largest lake in Scotland. City officials even flew to Scotland to carry back a cup of water from that lake to christen the California version of Loch Lomond.
The Scottish immigrants in the mountains who were part of the new Golden State’s first population boom had begun adding Scottish names to maps well before the founding of Ben Lomond. Along the coastal highway at what is now La Selva Beach they named a community Rob Roy, after the Scottish folk hero. Over the ridge from Ben Lomond, the town of Bonny Doon was developed. Scottish heroes also provided street names – Wallace, Monroe and McDonald –in Santa Cruz.
When Santa Cruz County developed a public park along the river south of Ben Lomond, it was named, appropriately, Highlands Park. Earlier in the century, a river resort named Rowardennan attracted visitors from San Francisco.
So it is fitting that parishioners at St. Andrew’s should celebrate the feast day for the patron saint of Scotland, and also fitting that they should have a “Kirkin of the Tartans” ceremony at the church.
Because the Nov. 30 date of St. Andrew’s Feast Day (a national holiday in Scotland) sometimes conflicts with the weekend after the American Thanksgiving holiday, the Ben Lomond church has developed a tradition of having its St. Andrew’s Feast Day on the Saturday before Thanksgiving, and of joining it with a “kirkin” (blessing in Scottish Gaelic) of the tartans ceremony and church service.
Parishioners, community members, families and friends bring a representative piece of plaid fabric that is the “flag” of an ancestral Scottish clan – in the form of a swatch, a blanket, jacket or kilt – to be blessed. There are bagpipes, blessings, Scottish dancers and traditional foods.
The origins of the ceremony began in 1745, when the Scottish Jacobite rebellion was defeated by the Hanoverian English government. Thirty years before the English found themselves battling American colonists, they put down this Scottish rebellion, and they tried to keep Scottish nationalism under wraps by banning in 1746 the playing of bagpipes, the bearing of arms, the wearing of kilts and the display of any tartans of the Scottish clans. In the decades when these bans were enforced, the Scots would secretly wear tartans under their clothing when they went to church. Thus, when the minister ended the worship service with the benediction, that tartan was secretly blessed and God’s favor was bestowed upon the Scottish people.
The open “kirkin”ceremony began nearly 200 years later. In 1941, as the war in Europe was escalating, former Saint Andrew’s Society president and famous American religious leader Dr. Peter Marshall initiated the Kirkin’ o’ the Tartan in this country as a fundraiser for British war relief in conjunction with the St. Andrew’s Society of Washington, D.C. For the first decade the service was held at the capital’s New York Avenue Presbyterian Church.
The Episcopal Church – former nemesis of Scotland (when it was Roman Catholic in the 16th century and later with the emergence of the Presbyterian movement) – ironically became the site of a the U.S. national kirkin in 1952, when the Washington ceremony was moved to the Washington National Cathedral, an Episcopal church. The service has been held every May in every year since, and raises money for scholarships for Scottish students.
The Ben Lomond ceremony raises money for the holiday relief efforts of Valley Churches United.
Of course, we must mention golf, since the church shares a name with the most famous, and oldest golf course in the world. The annual St. Andrew’s (CA) golf tournament is held every spring in Scotts Valley.

    St. Andrew footnotes:

St. Andrew is one of the original 12 disciples of Jesus, the brother of Simon Peter, and a follower of John the Baptist before becoming an apostle. He is said to have preached in Asia Minor and Greece and to have been crucified in Greece.
Although most commonly associated with Scotland, Saint Andrew is also the patron saint of Greece, Russian and Romania. In Germany, the St. Andrew’s Feast Day is celebrated as Andreasnacht (“St. Andrew’s Night”), in Austria with the custom of Andreasgebet (“St. Andrew’s Prayer”), and in Poland as Andrzejki (“Andrews”). The cross on which St. Andrew was crucified by Roman Emperor Nero has been adopted as the national flag of Scotland, and later incorporated into the British Union Jack.
There other traditions associated with the feast day, probably pagan in origin.
In parts of Germany, Austria, the Slovakia, Poland and Romania, superstitious belief exists that the night before St. Andrew’s Day is specially suitable for magic that reveals a young woman’s future husband or that binds a future husband to her. Many related customs developed around this: for example, the pouring of hot lead into water (in Poland, one usually pours hot wax from a candle through a key hole into cold water), divining the future husband’s profession from the shape of the resulting piece In some areas in Austria, young women would drink wine and then perform a spell while nude and kicking a straw bed. This was supposed to magically attract the future husband. Yet another custom is to throw a clog over one’s shoulder: if it lands pointing to the door, the woman will get married in the same year.
In some parts of the Czech Republic and Slovakia, young women would write down the names of potential husbands on little pieces of paper and stick these into little pieces of dough. When cooked, the first one to float to the surface of the water would reveal the name of a girl’s future husband.
In Romania, it is customary for young women to put 41 grains of wheat beneath their pillow before they go to sleep on the eve of St. Andrew’s Feast Day, and if they dream that someone is coming to steal their grains that means that they are going to get married next year.

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Dad joined the Navy…to SAVE the world

My Dad was an eyewitness to history. Lucky for me, he survived.
When the U.S. entered World War II, my Dad was three months shy of 30, the upper limit for the military draft. But Pearl Harbor inspired the college-educated engineer from the Bluegrass region of Kentucky to enlist in the Navy in early 1943, leaving my Mom at home in Kenmore, New York (suburb of Buffalo) with my sister, then two. He knew it was his generation’s moment, and he didn’t want to miss it. My grandmother would move in with them for the duration of the war.
When he enlisted, he also enlisted his Airedale, Rex, in the Army K-9 Corps. Rex died of some tropical disease in the Pacific.
After a stint in radar school at Harvard, Dad served the entire war as an officer on a little converted freighter, the USS Catoctin, which was quite an important ship historically, first as a fleet flagship in the Mediterranean, and then in the Pacific. He left the war as a first lieutenant, then reenlisted five years later in the Navy Reserve, where he would be promoted to command the Seabees (naval engineers) squadron in Niagara Falls, retiring in the 1960s at the rank of Commander.
His ship was the commanders’ ship for the invasion of southern France, and one night hosted King George VI. In August, 1944, the Catoctin sailed from Naples, Italy, for the amphibious assault, with legendary Secretary of the Navy J.V. Forrestal aboard. Three days after the initial assault (after Forrestal left) German Stukka dive bombers attacked the ship, killing 6 and wounding 31. My Dad was hit by shrapnel in his leg and back, and lost some friends and shipmates. The ship suffered only minor damage. Dad never talked about the attack, his injuries or the pain of his fallen comrades, only joked about the nice Italian nurses at the hospital in Naples. He had to wear a lift in his shoe and had back problems for the next 50 years, thanks to the pieces of metal still in his leg.
After spending the fall of 1944 in Naples, then Palermo, Sicily, the Catoctin sailed to Sevastopol, Russia in January 1945, on a top secret mission, where it served as the advance communications ship for the Yalta Conference. In February, President Franklin D. Roosevelt and Admiral W.D. Leahy stayed onboard the ship overnight after conclusion of the historic meeting of Roosevelt, Churchill and Stalin.
The Catoctin sailed back to the U.S., spending a couple of months in Philadelphia, where my mom and sister got a chance to see Daddy. In June 1945, he sailed for the Panama Canal, on his way to Pearl Harbor on a mission he kept from his family: leading one of the invasion fleets for China, then Japan.
The bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki changed the mission of the ship’s fleet. When it arrived in Korea in mid-August, generals and admirals sat on the Catoctin’s deck a accepted the surrender of Japanese forces in Korea. Its fleet then sailed to Okinawa, then China. During October and most of November, the ship was headquarters for negotiations with the Chinese Communists, in power in Shantung and Manchuria, in which attempts were made to allow the officially recognized Nationalist Government to reestablish itself.
The week of Thanksgiving 1945, the Catoctin left Shanghai, China, for Norfolk, Virginia, arriving in December. The Catoctin served from this port as flagship for the Atlantic Amphibious Force, until September 1946, when it was taken out of service. My Dad had come home by summer’s end, in time to see my sister enter the first grade.
I was born nine months later. My Dad died in 1997, after a long bout with Alzheimer’s. His khaki uniform hangs in my closet. The folded flag from his funeral is in its triangular wooden case in the kitchen window today, in honor of Veterans Day, 2010. Here’s to you, Dad.

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Sometimes it starts with a question: 50-year-old memories of a small Western New York town, East Aurora

One 1965 classmate opened the floodgates of memories recently by asking one little question in Facebook about Main Street businesses in our small town in Western New York, where nearly every local store had a family name attached. (We not only knew store by family name, but we also knew the family story behind the store and the family members who ran it or who were our classmates.)

Karen: “..thinking about uptown in East Aurora: What was the name of the men’s store across from Max Kadet? Remember when you could actually shop for clothes in town? Before Plazas and Malls? AND we had 3 stores with soda fountains back in the 50’s.”

David: “Are you talking about Major’s?”

Karen: “Yes – I couldn’t remember. Good memory.”

David: “I used to shop at Max Kadet and couldn’t remember their name. I bought my blue Mohair sweater and a London Fog Inspector Clouseau trench coat there and was trying to remember the name.”

Barry: “Let’s see: Soda fountains….Thomas’s Drug Store (next to the high school, also next to the Red & White) where I used to get nickel cokes and cherry phosphates; (Dunc) Hill’s (just east of the viaduct, next to the grain elevator), where I used to get banana splits almost every Saturday with Jeff Bowen after we refereed/coached kids’ basketball; a soda fountain next to the movie theater, but I can’t remember the name! Did Vidler’s ever have a soda fountain? And, was there one anywhere on West Main?
“How about chicken-in-the-basket at the Aurora Drive-In, (out Olean Road, as I recall), or fresh ice cream at the Dairy (which used to deliver our un-homogenized milk in glass bottles)?”

Karen: “Milems (not spelled correctly) next to the show (what we called the Aurora Theater) had a lunch counter. There were quite a few drug stores in town then.”
“Remember Shores Circle Inn and The Curtis Hotel? Down by the circle. The Wagners went out for a fish fry in the 50’s every Friday night – then a big trip to Ben Franklin or Vidlers. I always bought that plastic stuff in a tube that you could blow purple plastic bubbles on a straw that lasted a couple of days. “Vid’s didn’t have a soda fountain – but they had that old fashioned pop corn machine and for a dime you got a pretty good size bag of the saltiest popcorn know to man. But we loved it.”

Scott: “I remember getting dragged down to Major’s, Max Cadet’s, Latson’s Outdoor Store ( Main & Pine ) My sister went to Seamen, Hood & Morey’s ( next to Griggs & Ball’s Grain Elevator). Had Nyhart’s Music store. Toner’s TV Shop. Roy McCutcheon’s produce market, W.B Gannon’s . The A & P Market. Larwood’s Rexall Drug Store. Can’t recall the name of the drug store next to the EA Theater. or the hardware store next to it. Vic Balthaiser’s Globe Hotel, Logan & Younger’s auto parts (NAPA) store. “And we cannot forget Vidler’s 5 & 10. The Ben Franklin store. Elane’s Bakery was in there too.
Soda Fountains …Duncan Hills Newsstand..and one between the Griggs & Ball Grain elevator and Seaman Hood. Most of those drug stores had soda fountains…complete with Soda Jerks.
We had Loblaws supermarket and that was the East end of the commercial district.
“Then we had the businesses down by the Circle. (Hasn’t NYSDOT done away with our traffic circle?) (the Main Street re-model?) and the crappy plaza beyond the circle..that ruined most of the uptown business in the 60’s and 70’s (which recovered in the 90’s and 00’s).
“At least the Town Fathers had the Cahunas to tell WalMart to take a leap!”

Karen: “Remember the Shoe Box, Lattimore’s Shoes, Velzies Gift Shop, Kent and Roat (sp?), a jewelry store near Larwood’s drugs. What was the name of the restaurant on the corner of main across from a little gas station, across from Griggs and Ball? They moved it behind Seaman, Hood and Morey’s. We went there for fish on Friday nights too back in the 50’s. Also, Fox’s Deli, Leader’s Toy Store, Chur’s Hardware and The Village Cantina (now Bar Bill which has the best Beef on Weck in town!) Oh, and who could forget Jim and Kelly’s? We’re talking WAY back.
“The circle still exists – it just wouldn’t be the same without it. But I agree the plaza is and always was useless!”

Barry: “Larwood’s was the drug store near the theater that also had a soda fountain!
“Your recall of all those store names is unbelievable, Karen! We used to call the department store ‘Seaman Hood’s’ for short. I got all my shoes and basketball shoes at Lattimore’s, and I seem to recall they used to have one of those foot X-ray machines…fun for kids but probably terribly unsafe.
“We did our grocery shopping at Loblaws, which my mom said I used to call BlobBlobs when I was little!
“I got my woodwind reeds and sheet music at Nyhart’s.
“As for shopping, I remember there was only one mall, near the Buffalo airport.”

Karen: “We shopped at blob-blobs and Bell’s downtown. A d we called it Seaman Hood’s too.
The shopping center near the airport was the Thru-Way Plaza. The only one around when I was really little.

Scott: “Shore’s Circle Inn… didn’t it burn down? Village Cantina was the soda fountain in the west village.
“The Aurora Drive-in and Chet’s Dog House on Olean Road. The Aurora Dairy( Seneca Street ) that still delivered milk in glass milk bottles.
“Vidler’s Popcorn Machine ( still there and still had the saltiest Pop Corn)… why hasn’t Erie County health department ever shut that salty pop corn maker down? What further befuddles me is why hasn’t that pop corn machine dissolved yet from all those years of salt? It should have corroded into dust by now.
“Wasn’t that the Village Diner that was across from Griggs & Balls that was moved behind Griggs & Ball with Loblaws and replaced by the ESSO/EXXON station that Stubby Holmes’s Dad ran? The little restaurant had great fish fries but seating was so limited.”

Barry: “I remember the diner behind Loblaws. There was a long counter with round stools, and coffee served in those white ceramic diner mugs, with sugar poured out of a tall glass container with an aluminum screw-on cap that had a pull-back spout.”

Vidler's, East Aurora, NY

Vidler's Five and Dime, East Aurora, New York

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Here is a 20-minute shrimp-lover’s delight

shrimp, garlic, onions, olive oil and wine

Shrimp simmers in wine and garlic

20-Minute Shrimp-Lover’s Delight

This Italian-influenced skillet meal takes just 20 minutes from grocery bag to table.

SHRIMP 1 lb (16-20 count) fresh shrimp (peeled, de-veined)

sea salt (to taste)
fresh ground black pepper (to taste)
six cloves of garlic (peeled, pressed, chopped fine)
one bunch green onions (cleaned, chopped)
olive oil
Chardonnay wine
shredded parmesan cheese (half cup)
half-pound pasta (your choice, spaghetti
2 tblsp dried Italian parsley (or ¼ cup fresh chopped)

PEEL, de-vein shrimp, remove tail fins, wash thoroughly in cold water. Drain, dry with cotton towel.

CHOP onions, peel, smash and chop garlic. Combine and cook on low heat in 2 tblsp hot olive oil in deep skillet until softened.

BOIL water for spaghetti, with tsp. olive oil. ADD spaghetti to boiling water, cook until tender, about 10 minutes, drain under cold water, set aside.

ADD shrimp to skillet, add parsley, toss with garlic and onions. Add salt, pepper to taste. Cook on one side until color changes (about two minutes), turn individually, cook on second side until pink.

ADD 1/4 cup of Chardonnay wine, lower heat, simmer for 10 minutes.

ADD spaghetti to skillet, toss thoroughly but gently with tongs. Sprinkle parmesan cheese after serving.

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