When I think of Grandmama’s cooking, the first thing that comes to mind is her
Cube Steak. Others in the family certainly made it, but in my mind, it was
distinctively hers.
This was always my favorite and always what I asked for on my birthday. I remember one year in particular. I was about 14 or 15 and had to go to the dentist to have a tooth pulled. (I know all self-respecting people loose their teeth much sooner, but mine came out late and to top it off, about half had to be pulled.) I remember laying on the couch in her living room watching and smelling her cooking this for my birthday dinner. Her little dog (this was before I developed allergies) came an curled up next to me, trying to comfort me. The aroma of onion and mushroom always brings these memories to mind.
It turned out delightfully tender, so I could chew it without pain. I had recovered enough by that time to enjoy it – and it was a wonderful birthday.
