Think of your favourite cafe…… Now read this!!!

Please heed this as a warning. Your old favourites maybe be desperate for your visit. In a time when it’s far to easy to find a satisfying deal at a chain. Yes your one visit may not save them. But every bit counts.
I have to admit I have not been back to M&D’s Cafe since I moved from Denver. The number of times I thought of it at the airport when leaving.
This place ruined me for fried chicken. Talk about love making food beautiful. I have not had fried chicken since my first visit, With out thinking if this place. Nothing will ever compare.
Someway I will find my husband and daughter a way to try proper soul food. But it won’t be M&D’s Cafe.

I found this posted on FB by a friend in Denver. It’s from the Westword the local events magazine.

M&D’s Cafe, An Iconic Denver Restaurant, Closes After More Than Thirty Years
By Lori Midson

Tuesday, Jan 3, 2012 at 1:11 PM

Lori Midson
​While we were ushering in the New Year with friends, family and booze, several Denver restaurants were closing their doors. Over the weekend, Pearl Street Grill, India’s Pearl and OTOTO all shuttered; after fifteen years in its Park Meadows location, California Cafe quietly closed; and in what could be some of the saddest news we’ve heard since the ball dropped on New Year’s Eve, yet another Denver restaurant — one that survived for more than three decades — served its last meal.
After 34 years, M&D’s Cafe, which first surfaced in 1977, locked the doors of its expanded space at 2000 East 28th Avenue this weekend, leaving a gaping hole in the city’s soul-food landscape.

M&D’s, which was owned by Mack and Daisy Shead, who began their long career in the barbecue business in Texas in the 1940s, was renowned for its gospel Sundays, fried green tomatoes and catfish nuggets, peach cobbler and sweet potato pie, housemade hot links and rib slabs. In 1998, former Denver mayor Federico Pena, who at the time was serving as Secretary of Energy in Washington, D.C., was desperate for a fix, so his staff made a call and asked the Sheads if they’d fix up a lunch for the homesick politician. Pena was FedEx’d an overnight delivery.

“A 34-year family legacy — my family — has just shut its doors in Denver,” laments Eulanda Shead, Mack and Daisy’s granddaughter. “I grew up busing tables and learning family kitchen secrets at M&D’s cafe, and my heart breaks at this loss.”

Still, she says, “My grandparents’ comfort-food legacy lives on. The things I’ve learned in the family restaurant business are truly transforming, and I’ll always cherish those lessons. I’ve learned what type of person I should marry over a warm bowl of peach cobbler shared with my grandma, and I’ve also learned that mastering the art of wit comes best when shared over granddaddy’s spicy catfish.”

But while Eulanda has fond memories of M&D’s — as do thousands of others — she’s quick to point out that we need to do our part to sustain independently owned restaurants: “Support local businesses, people. Do not let community gems like M&D’s go the way of the recession or lack of pockets.”

And, she pleads, “Please pass this on.”

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Next week my in laws are visiting. We will go to CASA PEPE our favourite locally owned and run restaurant since 1979. I will try and go at least once a month. I for one are not willing to loose them. More about CASA PEPE next week.

Life long quest for the perfect fork.

I have had a life long quest for the perfect Fork.

The perfect fork of food. Actually with my love of food its a wonder I am not the size of a house. A small garden shed maybe, a large dogs house but not a house. I am not a svelte woman. I know what other woman call their bingo wings are in reality cheese wings.  There is a direct correlation to the size of the flappers and the amount of cheese consumed.

Once upon a time this would be the month for cheese wings. In America, In December, every where you turn there is cheese. Being that it is a month of celebration, us Americans can justify a bit of extra expense. So the cheese you find is extra special. Aged longer. Served with better accompaniments. Blended into to delicious family cheese balls. Ours is Grandma Wanda’s recipe. I have a following for my cheese balls in my new home of England. Just this week I have had 4 phone calls. Friends asking nonchalant questions so they can squeeze in “are you making cheese balls this year?”.  Of course I am making cheese balls this year, and cranberry pound-cake.  We’ll see about the cookies fudge and brownies.

Now to any other American reading this it is the norm.  We Cook. We cook for our families we cook for our friends, it is not unheard to cook for the firehouse or your local Doctors office. Oh and of course when someone dies, has surgery, or is just unwell we cook. Our mother passed away this week. My sister has not cooked for eight days. She lives in America. Her neighbors, friends, people from my nephews school, gym friends they are showing up with meals, frozen dishes, baked goods.  We cook.

Luckily the American in me runs deep in my veins and I cook. And I freeze, so in my freezer I have meals prepared. Enchiladas, lasagna, baked ziti, shepherds pie… So I have heated up this week.

I miss cooking. If I go a few days without it I miss it. Today I will cook. I have a pot of chicken stock cooking now.  It will become chicken vegetable soup. Hot chicken sandwiches, and a chicken pie. The cooking will fill my heart and soul. The cooking will bring me closer to my daughter. She will help me cut carrots, celery, leeks and potatoes.  We will sit as a family at our table and eat what we have created. We will feed my husband, her daddy.  The pie will be his favourite. My dad would have loved the hot chicken sandwiches smothered in homemade gravy. Maybe with a side of stuffing. For me and my mom it would be the soup. Nice hot Chicken soup so thick veggies you can not see the chicken. With enough black pepper you can feel it in your chest. So today I cook. Today I fill my soul.

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