Contributed by:
Jessica Penot
(ghoststoriesandhauntedplaces.blogspot.com)
Paranormal Romance and Horror
Story behind the recipe - Kathleen Allaire Guiles didn’t love cooking, but she passed on recipes that she had inherited from her family with the same love she gave to everything that came from her family. Kay had inherited many things. The most important among these was the family house, The Newton-Allaire House. The Newton-Allaire House is an eight bedroom Victorian Mansion that Kay was able to breathe life back into. To walk through the house she loved was like walking through history. Each room was made to be a replica of the Victoria era and each room was filled with a different ghost. Kay collected ghost stories and spoke to her house in the night. She whispered to the ghosts she thought wandered her house and saved their stories. She told me these stories when I went to visit her as a child. My grandmother told me ghost stories and all the stories that came with the house with more love than most lovers share in a lifetime. She loved her house and its stories. She passed on to me her love of old houses, ghost stories, and a few family recipes like this one. You can read more about her at my blog, Ghost Stories and Haunted Places.
What you’ll need
- 1 large can Salmon, drained and picked
- 1 small onion
- ½ green pepper
- 1 egg
- 1 cup cracker crumbs
Steps to the process
- Mix all together and form into patties
- Fry into butter or oil
Blurb from DEATH’S DREAM KINGDOM - Remembering your death is like remembering your birth. What you remember of it is really pieces of what others have told you. They are images pieced together from photographs and others’ memories. Cera remembered her death like an old movie. She remembered the dark sky and soft clouds. She remembered the scent of lavender and green grass.
Cera was happy. She thought she was happy. She knew that she was loved. She had children. She had three beautiful boys who loved her as deeply as she loved them. Long after her death she could still see them in her mind’s eye; their cherubic faces, their little feet. She could smell their breath as they kissed her. When she thought about it, the pain became as tangible as any pain in life. It was as real as the pain of child birth. It was as real as the pain of death.