Comments on: 1960's Flashback: Baked Alaska

By: One Year Later... | Never Enough Thyme

One Year Later... | Never Enough Thyme — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 22:35:21 +0000

[...] Baked Alaska – Because it makes me think of my Mama. [...]

By: Bake

Bake — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 07:06:07 +0000

Wow – that looks amazing!

By: lanaann

lanaann — Mon, 06 Apr 2009 15:59:51 +0000

How interesting! Isn’t it funny that the same dish can be known around the world by different names?

By: dragonlife

dragonlife — Mon, 06 Apr 2009 15:02:32 +0000

Dear Nana!
Greetings from Shizuoka, japan!
That paricular recipe reminds of home (France)!
Actualy, would you believe we call it “Norwegian Omelette” in France!
It’ the same recipe except that instead of baking it we flambee it!
In restaurants they would bring it aflame to your table!
Cheers,
Robert-Gilles

http:/shizuokagourmet.wordpress.com/
(Just in case WordPress takes you to my Fantasy log!

By: A

Mon, 06 Apr 2009 00:48:48 +0000

… Matter of fact, Aunt Virginia was MY first grade teacher too!

By: lanaann

lanaann — Tue, 31 Mar 2009 23:06:08 +0000

Thank you, jenn. It’s a real oldie goodie.

By: Neena

Neena — Tue, 31 Mar 2009 22:32:56 +0000

P S. I don’t remember my baked alaska looking this good!!!!
Neena

By: Neena

Neena — Tue, 31 Mar 2009 22:30:21 +0000

Gee I’m flattered!!!! Thanks so much for the compliments. Touches my heart. Deserts are only special if you are serving them to VERY SPECIAL people. My children are the MOST SPECIAL& wonderful people I know.
Love, Neena

By: lanaann

lanaann — Tue, 31 Mar 2009 22:10:36 +0000

Sure we were! I remember it very well. I learned to make it by watching her and I have vivid memories of biting into the sweet, creamy ice cream with a warm meringue around it. It was yummy then and still is now.

By: Miss P

Miss P — Tue, 31 Mar 2009 21:08:01 +0000

I remember Mama making this when we were children, for company. I don’t think we ever were served baked Alaska.

I remember a time when Mama came to school when I was in the first grade. Remember, Aunt Virgina was teacher to both of us in first grade. Mama came in, had on a white blouse with a portrait collar, and her blond hair in a french twist (chignon). I remember thinking that she was the most beautiful person in the whole world.

And, I agree — she was (and is) the most elegant of hostesses. She could/can make a sandwich look like a presentation at the Ritz Carlton Dining Room.

You’re right. It’s fun.

Miss P