What a beautiful story! You ask an intriguing question, though, whether or not your grandmother would have enjoyed cooking if it were not foisted on her as a mandate, but was more of a choice. She seems to have had a great sense of humor, though, judging from your Thanksgiving take-out memory. :)
I love graham crackers, so I’m adding this to my recipe list!
Yeah, the “Doof” is less interesting. When I was trying to figure out what I would call this, my friend Katie suggested Doof, because it was food spelled backwards. We called it that as a joke for a while and I grew to like the sound of it. Maybe I am Doof.
Thanks for all of the good comments, friends!
Congratulations on your 100th post. I enjoy your blog enormously– the photos and writing are inspiring. Have adopted the Proseco and Aperol summer drink! And, thank you for the thoughtful post about your grandmother.
Ha! The doof/food explanation is great – I never caught that. Thanks for introducing us to Lottie – she sounds like a neat lady, and I’d been thinking of asking you about who/what Lottie was. I really like the name Lottie + Doof – just saying it is fun. When I first saw it mentioned somewhere (the kitchn, maybe?) the Lottie part caught my eye because of my own sweet Lottie who is still dearly missed around the farm.
Thanks for the reminder that I haven’t made homemade graham crackers in years. They’re so good, and yours look wonderful. And congratulations on making this milestone! Looking forward to reading your 1,000th post! :)
Hello- i just found your blog through design sponge and im so happy I did. love your post about lottie…she actually reminds me of my fiesty grandma (who passed a few years ago) great picture of her too!
felicidades on your 100th!
Finally had time to return to your website. Belated congrats on your 100th! Such a touching story about your gran. I like the idea of calling them; Tim’s Gran’s Crackers. I think your gran would appreciate the simple humor in “doof”. A laugh is a laugh.
Great story! My Hebrew name comes from my great grandmother Lottie (Americanized from Zlata once she emigrated from Lithuania). While I never had the privilege to know her, I think about what it was like for her to leave her home forever and move to Chicago, where she had eight kids to feed. Oy. I wish I could sit down with her for just one meal.
I love this! I’m definitely going to be trying this recipe, and your story was so intriguing and compelling. You’re a fabulous writer and cook; you inspire me!
Your Lottie sounds like she’d be a riot to hang out with. Thanks for the amazing post!
Another one here who had a feisty grandma who hated cooking. I suspect in her case it was insecurity combined with being forced to cook Italian for her Italian husband (she was Polish). I’ll never forget when she quit altogether and for the next 20 or so years we had pizza on Xmas eve with that side of the family. To the extent that although I have chosen to give it up, the rest of my family carries on that tradition despite the fact that they love to cook-pizza on Xmas eve. :). Feisty grandmas rock.
i can totally relate to lotti since the situation hasn’t changed yet in my country.my mother hates cooking but she has to do it anyway.i like it sometimes but not always. to me a perfect man is one cooks .but in our culture men don’t cook, that why really envy my sister because my brother in law is a great cook and he cooks.
i can totally relate to lotti since the situation hasn’t changed yet in my country.my mother hates cooking but she has to do it anyway.i like it sometimes but not always. to me a perfect man is one who cooks .but in our culture men don’t cook, that is why really envy my sister because my brother in law is a great cook and he cooks.
OK, so I made the dough yesterday and baked these off this morning…. The dough is sticky, sticky! I hate sticky dough, it’s so fussy and makes me throw flour around my kitchen so thick that I’m cleaning it up for days. The constant in and out of the fridge is fussy too. I hate fussy. But I definitely do NOT hate the finished product. Really, really incredible tasting. I love the snap and I was surprised by what the ingredients consisted of, not fussy at all. I love Lottie and I never even met her, she sounds like my kind of gal and I would have loved that Thanksgiving take out!
I hope you’ll let me indulge in my graham cracker share-back story. My birthday arrives as fall in all it’s glory is ushered in, during the last week of October. I have always wanted to love my birthday. What usually happens though, is something calamitous, or awful, or tragic. It has turned into a family legend… this curse of my birthday. I have even gone so far as to lobby my Mother for an official change of date, hoping to break the cycle.
Well these graham crackers are the beginnings of my birthday reclamation from the dark forces! I will no longer tolerate; hurricanes blowing off my roof, emergency surgery, armed robbery, international incidents, 42 stitches in my foot sans lidocaine, human bites and rabies shots, car wrecks, stolen bicycles, broken ankles, construction accidents or the very worst, my dear father’s funeral. This year on my birthday after having lunch with my best friend, I arrived home to find the back sliding glass doors smashed in and all of my jewelry stolen and my bedroom and bathroom turned upside down… completely ransacked!
I do not believe myself to be the kind of person who dwells on these things, or allows them to stop or even hinder my forward progress. These stolen things however precious and memorable, were only things and luckily no one was hurt. But it has served as the very last straw! I am officially shaking my fist at the universe and making my stand… NO MORE!
I have always wanted to attend a beach bonfire. My whole life. But I have never had the opportunity. I have also always wanted to eat a ‘smore… I’ve never done that either, ever. I am a late-in-life-baby and my parents were just too old and jaded for camping and ‘smores when I reached the appropriate age. Ce’st la vie…
So, Tonight, my wonderful husband a few special friends have planned the biggest, brightest most awesome beach bonfire at the jettys on Dania Beach in South Florida as “Jeanne’s Birthday 2.0”. We are going to drink wine and eat ‘smores under a full moon and kick our heels up and maybe perform a cleansing ritual and reclaim my birthday. I will say a small prayer of forgiveness for the desperate, upside-down people who took my things and melt a marshmallow in honor of forward progress. These graham crackers will be my entrance to a future of uneventful birthdays… maybe the first in an annual tradition…. maybe just the thing to keep it sweet.
Thanks you guys, thanks Lottie wherever you might be.
Ahhh. Warms my heart. Isn’t it tantalizing to think of food and the making of food as such a “choice” of our generation? Kind of takes your breath away, in a way. We are so very charmed in this sense. Really enjoyed the perspective here. Thank you.
lottie sounds like she was a woman “way before her time.” a strong soul…
& i congratulate lottie + doof (food) on your 100th post.
you tim, must have many of lottie’s traits & being true to one’s self probably, the most important!
Not quite sure how I stumbled on your site, but soooo glad I did. It’s not often that I come accross someone with my name and to hear the story of your Grandma meant alot to me. My daughter says she sounds alot like me. I find your memories of her to be precious and uplifting. Always hold them close in your heart and know how much she loved you. You have found a beautiful way to give her a legacy she could never have imagined.
Lotte from PA
Hello there, and maybe you get this a lot, but I am another Lottie!! Named for my Grandmother Lottie and my mother Lottie. So…I saw this post on Pinterest called Lottie + Doof Marinated Mozz and I’m like, what? who? So, I really am going to be enjoying this blog…
Tim, I can’t believe I just found your blog today! I have been looking for a cooking blog for some time and never have been very impressed. I found your blog while trying to find something to make out of the three bags of apples that my father just dropped into my kitchen. I will be trying the apple jellies tomorrow. Thank you for making exploring in the kitchen more enjoyable! Can’t wait to read on.
In 2009 I barely knew what a blog was.I figure my 200th post should be out by Valentine’s day, in time for my Dad’s 90th. His mom was an awesome Jewish cook, with melt in your mouth food, a seemingly happy wife and balabusta (homemaker). She was a sweety, but I envy you your grandma who rebelled and gave you such joy and such insight.
Your writing and your taste buds are irresistible.
i love your page…did you know..i guess not ;-P that doof is german for stupid? so i guess your are not doof ;-) well i searched and read like a fool to understand lottie and “doof” ;-) btw my granny was named charlotte – a lottie too. go on with that great blog. greetings
Tim, I’m newly introduced to your blog and I love the stories you share about Lottie. I love the idea of presenting my dinner guests with takeout menus and just going with it:). Your grandmother had a wonderful, creative sense of adventure.
Many thanks for your beautiful blog and all the best to you.
I’m aware of your telling of not being very interested in chocolate. Nevertheless, is there a way of getting to a more detailed listing of your chocolate recipes? When I hit “CHOCOLATE” I came up with just one recipe. Perhaps there are no more?