Off the top of my head I know of three recipes that are named after people my family knows. The first, Philpot Chili, is a delicious chili concoction created by my Uncle Buddy’s best friend, Bill Philpot. (We’ve had Philpot Chili a few times, but never made by Philpot himself). The second is a Klineburger, made famous by my Uncle Joe’s friend, Steve Kline. (Updated — Kline is my uncle’s friend, not my dad’s.) Directly from Dad:
According to O’Hara Holy Scripture, In the Beginning … Take the amount of HB meat needed for a large burger and divide that in half. Spread both halves thin (some would go as far as using wax paper and a rolling pin). Add grated cheese and finely chopped onions (green pepper, fresh mushrooms optional) between the 2 halves and verily squish them together. Cook slowly over a most righteous flame.
The third is a dessert known as Blinky Bars.
The story (as it was told to me) is that there is an employee here at work who blinks a lot — so much that other people often refer to this person as “Blinky.” I do not believe that this person knows that their nickname is Blinky. I’ve also never met the person so I cannot vouch for his or her blinkiness.
At one of our social luncheon gatherings, Blinky brought the most wonderful home made dessert — tiny chocolate squares with peanut butter, peanuts and marshmallows. I don’t know if they had an official name but they were quickly dubbed “Blinky Bars.” Again, I believe everyone but Blinky refers to them as Blinky Bars. I do not know what Blinky calls them.
I hope someday Blinky is remembered not for his or her blinking ability but rather for his or her gift to the world known as Blinky Bars. Kudos to you, Blinky!
Susan’s MySpace Blog from yesterday contains the recipe for Blinky Bars along with several other desserts she’s either preparing or already prepared for Thanksgiving.
Worcestershire. On top of the cheese and onion and in between the burger halves.
And the best lines during the worst ever (DUI deserving) car trip to South Suburbia after a Chicago Bear’s game… … …
“You know, when we get back, I’m gonna kick the living s–t out of you.” sayeth ‘Dad’
And in my defense/response, “Why me? Kick HIS ass, he’s driving!”