Marty's Dancin' Diner and Reelin' & A Rockin' by Chuck Berry
The pictures with song titles and artists are the actual songs so click on 'em while you're reading the recipes and stroll down memory lane with me.
The Stroll by The Diamonds
Rock 'n Roll Is Here To Stay by Danny & The Jrs.
Queen of The Hop by Bobby Darin
Bill Valey & The Vomets Ask You To Rock Around The Clock With Them To A Time Of Great Food, Fun & Laughter
If ever there was a memorable decade of fun, laughter, food and music, the fifties was it. I don't know of anyone who doesn't have fond memories of bobby socks, poodle skirts, the malt shoppes, drive-ins with pretty girls on roller skates (ours was Skips on North Avenue), hamburgers, sock hops, American Bandstand, souped up cars for drag racing, convertibles with fins bigger than a Great White, roller skating (we used to go Riverview until they closed it down and then it was the Hub on Harlem Ave. I believe), DA's (duck ass is what they called the guy's hairdo - slick it back and feather to resemble a - well, duck's ass), or the crew cut - those were the 2 popular hairstyles for guys ? and the gals, well, ponytails with bangs, mainly, which went well with the poodle skirts. And the main connection to it all was love and romance. It was an innocent time of courtship and sweet love songs. It was truly a special era. My eldest brother, John, 10 years my senior, and stuck babysitting me while our mother worked nights, took me to my first sock hop when I was 5 and taught me the Rock 'n Roll, which many folks confuse with The Jitterbug, a dance popular in the 40's, and ever since that day he and I, the dancers of the family, continued our acrobatics at every wedding. I remember one wedding we attended when I was 16 where he picked me up over his head, swished me from side-to-side, then slid me through his long legs and into the base drum of the band. Needless to say, it was a momentous time of my life, details of which I will not go into at this time, and a wedding that will be branded in everyone's mind who attended forever and ever and ever. But, I digress, yes, my brother and are were great dance partners and ONLY he and I knew how to dance the Rock 'n Roll and choke down our Irish mother's cooking. Now, everyone knows the Irish can't cook and tis true to an extent. My mother could bake like an angel - but cook - let's just suffice it say that we're lucky to be alive and I have her to thank for my love of cooking and good food. My mother made hockey puck pork chops that could've been government issued ammo and wars would've been won a lot sooner. Cut 'em with a knife??? Hell, you couldn't cut those things with a chain saw. And her coal briquette hamburger patties look-a-likes could have heated our entire apartment. My father was a meat and potatoes man and unfortunately for him, that was my mother's worst department - she cooked the meat in Crisco until it actually, honest to God, screamed in the frying pan, "help!, help! I'm done already, pleeeaassee let me out!! I guess it was a Depression thing. Everyone knows the fat content pork and cheap hamburger hold but this woman STILL fried them in CRISCO. I swear she held stock in that company. Well, enough about that. Let's get on with my version of fifties comfort food by clicking on the ketchup bottle, which is very symbolic to me, because if it weren't for ketchup I could never eat any of my mother's cooking. I hope you enjoy the recipes as well as the music.
See Ya Later Alligator
The Dells - Oh What a Night - My dad had after eating my mom's hockey puck hamburger patties