Showing posts from August, 2014

raspberry pecan bars

These are my mother's favorite dessert from W. D. Deli. If I don't make it to Dallas/Ft. Worth to visit quite often enough, I have to mail a care package containing these precious delicious things to her. She keeps hers in the freezer and eats them a little bit at a time, with hot coffee. I'm pretty sure that we've shared the recipe with her, but if she's anything like me she believes that anything tastes better if somebody else made it. Seriously. They're pretty easy to make, and you could make them with any preserves you like. And when you make them, let me know so I can give you my mom's mailing address.

W. D. Deli Raspberry Pecan Bars


3.5 cups flour
1.5 cups sugar
1.5 cups chopped pecans
3/4 lb. butter or margarine
2 small or 1 extra large egg
1 15-oz. jar raspberry preserves


Prepare a 9 x 13 rectangular baking dish/pan by lining with parchment and/or spraying with nonstick spray.
Heat oven to 350 degrees.
In a large mixing bowl, …

Comfort. Food.

As I was delivering food to a family's table the other day at W. D. Deli, I was stopped by the mom at the table.  "I've been bringing my daughters here since they were little," she said, gesturing toward her two beautiful daughters, each in their early adulthood. "And now this one's starting her master's program in English, and this one is starting the nursing program at SAC." She was beaming with pride for both of the girls. "And this one," she said, indicating the nursing student, just told me that she plans to be proposed to by her future husband at W. D. Deli, and she plans to have her bridal shower at W. D. Deli. That's the kind of thing that we love to hear.

It's especially rewarding when people tell us that they think of W. D. as a special place for them.  A gay couple, both in the military, confided one day that they wanted us to know how they felt about W. D. Deli. They'd been coming to the deli since the 1990s, bring…

Not so fast. Not so easy.

Whenever we're in New York City, Mr. Beers and I walk a lot. When there's somewhere we want to go, we tell ourselves that if we can see it, we can walk to it. Our little fit bits vibrate with joy when we're in New York. If we can see it, we can walk to it. For some reason, similarly, Mr. Beers feels the same way about most anything he sees on Pinterest.  If he can see it on Pinterest, he can make it or do it or whatever. And he usually can. And he does a beautiful job. Always. He's creative and he's crafty and he's a really smart guy. And he usually drags me along...

Sometime back, our local Central Market had a big old Italian festival. To decorate for the event, they created a faux cobblestone walkway and patio at the entrance of the store. Well, dear reader, Mr. Beers thought that was just the cat's pajamas. Better than Pinterest even. It was Pinterest in the flesh, in real time, in 3D. And in that moment the decision was made. We would be doing a simil…