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Snacks
STARTERS AND SMALL PLATES
Sallyās Shaka Shrimp
Prosciutto and Pimiento Dip
Easy Street Tacos
General Tsoās 5-Star Cauliflower
Gerritysā Great Grilled Artichokes
Seanās Mac and Cheese Rolls
Peterās Parm Crisps
Church Lady Ranch Dip
Toddās Hummus, Two Ways
Buffalo Chicken Tacos
WHEN WE WRITE A COOKBOOK, BECAUSE our names are on the cover, we work hard to make sure you can trust that the recipes are tasty, and that if you follow our instructions youāll wind up with something that looks just like the beautiful photographs in this book. We make everything ourselves in the Doocy test kitchen. Yes, itās a very big job, but luckily we each have an assistant. I am Kathyās helper and she is mine. Thankfully we also have a guy who goes to the grocery store to pick up everything we need, sometimes three times a day (pre-pandemic), and that guy is me.
Last week, ninety seconds into the store, Iād just turned down the aisle with the coffee pods when I saw a roadblock ahead. A womanās cart was taking up the entire aisle as she appeared to be memorizing the text on a box of Honey Nut Cheerios. I started walking flat-footed so sheād hear me and move out of the way, but she did not, so I stopped about two feet from her and politely paused, hoping sheād see me so I could get out of the store quickly.
I waited thirty seconds, but she never saw me. Finally, with a big smile, I said, āMaāam?ā
Startled, she apologized and pulled her cart aside, I picked up two boxes of Dunkinā Donuts hazelnut pods that sheād been blocking and I smiled broadly and said, āThank you, maāam, good morning.ā Expecting a smile in return, all I got back was a puzzled look. Oh well, thatās Jersey.
Halfway down the next aisle it hit me. Iād said good morningābut it was 4:30 in the afternoon.
That, sadly, is an occupational hazard of doing a morning TV show and being sleep deprived all the time. When the red light goes on, my automatic response is to greet America with āGood morning!,ā which I do to Kathyās horror throughout the day and night.
Iām Steve Doocy, and I suffer from MSHTDCS (Morning Show Host Time of Day Confusion Syndrome). Ask George StephanopoulosāI bet heās got it, too.
Dinnerās ready. Come and get it!
Thirty seconds later I was in the soup aisle. I could feel somebody moving up on me and made sure I wasnāt blocking the aisle. I turned as nonchalantly as I could, and it was the Honey Nut Cheerios lady. She still had that puzzled look, but now she was kind of staring at me like Iād sold her a hot Rolex. I smiled again.
āSteve?ā she asked.
Oh no, I thought, sheās somebody from one of the kidsā schools or church or the gym or somewhere. Why wasnāt Kathy with me? She is amazing at remembering everybodyās name. In a jam, I said the only thing a person could in my situation: āItās nice to see you!ā
āI thought that was you . . .ā she said. Now she was smiling.
And so was I, because I was off the hook. Weād never met, and it was nice to see her, as Iād said.
āListen, Steve, I see you in this store all the time and I just wanted to tell you, I love Kathyās cookbook with all of your stories.ā
Wasnāt that nice! I thought.
āAnd, take a look at this!ā she said as she handed me her electric bill envelope that had a penciled list on the back. Her handwriting was exactly like my motherās, so it was perfectly legible. It read:
Two pkgs Puff Pastry Shells, carrots, celery, onion, peas, chkn flavād Better ān Bouillon, rotisserie chicken.
āIt looks like weāre coming to your house for dinner,ā I announced.
āNo,ā she said, a little surprised I didnāt realize what I was holding. āThese are the ingredients for your chicken pot pie!ā
I looked at the list again. Yes, those were the exact ingredients for our friend Susanās chicken pot pie in our cookbook, the giveaway was the Better Than Bouillon, I should have caught that . . . doggone it!
āIāve made it twice before, and we love it,ā she said. āYour grandmaās goulash is amazing . . . but you know what our favorite is?ā I shook my head. āYour motherās pot roast.ā
As that woman was telling me how much she loved momās food, I stopped listening and started thinking . . . about my mom, who died on Christmas Day, 1997. And, for the first time, it occurred to me that there were tens of thousands of total strangers all over America who had never met my mom but had now made her pot roast and loved it.
My momās legacy.
This cookbook is amazing!
People coast to coast now love Steveās momās pot roast.
A viewer named Stephen Brake wrote to me to say, āThe story of your wife making your momās pot roast reminded me of my momās, who I just lost in April. I wish I had more of my momās recipes.ā
The favorite family recipes we grew up on arenāt just deliciousātheyāre time machines to a happy place thatās very personal to us.
When I asked my TV couch-mate Brian Kilmeade what recipe made him happy, he said immediately, āMy momās meatballs.ā
Marie Kilmeadeās recipe was challenging, but not because sheād forgotten how to make it; she made it exactly the same way for fifty years. The challenging part was that sheād never written it down. So I was her scribe. She sent me a general outline and I asked her dozens of questions. We went back and forth on every detail for weeks and I still remember the last thing we worked out. It was New Yearās Day, 2018.
Iād written in the recipe to roll the mixture into 24 meatballs, each the size of a Ping-Pong ball. Itās important in a cookbook to be as descriptive as possible.
āA Ping-Pong ball?ā Marie said. āThatās way too small.ā
Then how much bigger?
āLike an egg,ā she replied. But I told her cookbooks were very specific and there are many different sizes of eggs, medium, large, extra-large. What size?
āLetās try medium-egg size.ā So I prepped the recipe and wound up with eighteen beautiful meatballs. They were delicious.
āNope, thatās too many. Itās perfect when the recipe makes fourteen meatballs . . .ā
That meant a medium-size egg was the wrong size. So it was back to the Doocy test kitchen, and after balling up four and a half pounds of groun...