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Remembering Margaret Mathews with a bowl of Split Pea Soup and a smile.

        I just left Montreal, where I was born and where my family had roots going back three generations before we all left at the height of the Separatist movement.  This ‘revolution’ scared the bejesus out of the Anglos in the province and my family were hardly alone in abandoning the province of Quebec.  Montreal is a completely different place now and a wonderful one. My visit, I have to say, was tinged with a kind of regret; the city is such a model of multi-culturalism and stands in such stark contrast to the lunatic fringe that’s operating in today’s USA. But today is a cause for celebration and I am reprising a post I wrote a couple of years ago.  It celebrates an event that I hope you will celebrate with a Martini later today.  And if there are Martinis in heaven, glasses are being lifted there too. 
      My mother, Margaret Somerville Stewart Mathews was born on this day in 1911.  That would make this her 102nd birthday.  She would have loved to have been here for it, especially if there were any kind of party involved. She was a true extrovert.  She loved to laugh, dress beautifully, enjoy a cocktail or three, travel far and wide, keep up with a circle of friends that literally dated from first grade at the Trafalgar School for Girls.  She was full of fun, told wonderful stories, volunteered for every possible charitable, civic and club activity, took what life gave her and had an uncanny ability to believe that whatever she had was the best. She loved life and would have gone on living indefinitely had cancer not taken her from us at 88 years of age.  About the only thing she truly did not like about life was cooking.
My nephew, Michael, Mom and my son, Alex at her 85th Birthday
        Now this is not to say she didn’t enjoy eating.  She and my father had epicurean appetites and spent a great deal of time at better restaurants everywhere.  Since we lived in Montreal growing up, there were plenty of opportunities to indulge their mutual passion for fine food and endless martinis.  But for Mother, somehow the joys of the table never translated into the Joy of Cooking.  So you can imagine her delight when frozen food was introduced and much of her kitchen labor was reduced to slipping boiling bags into hot water or firing up the oven and feeding us all TV dinners at every opportunity. 
        Her sister, Helen Douglas Stewart Rankin Prescott, on the other hand positively excelled in the kitchen.  She attended cooking classes given by the doyenne of French Canadian cooking, one Jeanne Benoit.  She was always, almost reverentially, referred to as Madame Benoit.   And Aunt Helen absorbed everything Madame Benoit taught her.   She was particularly fond of making soup.  And I mean soup from scratch.  No College Inn here. Stocks were prepared using bones hand selected by Aunt Helen.  Hours were spent simmering and reducing and tasting and salting and pureeing.  And this was pre-Cuisinart!  My mother’s reaction to all this activity was succinct: “Why not just open a can?”
        I must admit that my own coming of age in the kitchen came as a kind of an answer to one of my mother’s horrified response to my divorce.  “You’ll never eat again!” she protested.  I thought, oh yes I will.  And I’ve enjoyed cooking ever since.  In fact, I enjoy it so much that it now consumes the better part of my day.  Between getting Brick Kiln Kitchens LLC up and running and getting Chewing the Fat written and published, I have become a virtual slave to the kitchen my mother worked so hard to avoid.  And today, in her honor, I want to share a recipe for that most comforting of meals, a bowl of soup.  In this case, Split Pea soup.  A rich, deeply satisfying soup where the ingredients literally melt in the pot soaking up all the goodness of the Ham bone, becoming one beautiful shade of green.  It’s a delicious way to use the last of a Monte’s HamTM.  And in honor of my Mother, it’s incredibly easy to make.    

9 thoughts on “Remembering Margaret Mathews with a bowl of Split Pea Soup and a smile.”

  • This really is a lovely tribute. Your mother would love your remembrance of her. I am new to your site but will be back often. I really like the food and recipes you feature here. Have a wonderful day. Blessings…Mary

  • So many wonderful memories we have of Mrs. Mathews, as Monte well knows it the traveling bar that went everywhere they roamed. Happy 99th Mrs Mathews We miss you Lots of Love Jimmy and Michael

  • I learned a trick from my mother for use with both split pea and lentil soups, both of which she also made completely from scratch…put a splash of vinegar in it just prior to serving…but we generally ate ours without any sour cream. It really kicks up the flavor quotient…I prefer the tartness of red wine vinegar to the sweet balsamic option.

    And for the diet conscious, it is a good alternative to the sour cream. Also, for those that like the creamy version, non-fat yoghurt – of either the Greek (much thicker and more like sour cream) or plain varieties – is another good alternative to sour cream. I have also made that substitution when I am eating spicy burritos and other Mexican foods. Admittedly, it is not sour cream but it is letting one believe that heart attacks are not mounting in your veins either.

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