During most of my growing-up years, we lived next door to the ultimate back-door neighbors. Both homes were built by the same man in the mid-1920s. He lived in the house where I grew up, while his own parents lived in the house he built next door. He installed a gate in the fence between the two patios. Since my parents purchased the home in the late 1960s, they’ve been blessed with friendly neighbors who continued to appreciate this easy passage between patios.
The first neighbors were terrific entertainers and were hilariously funny. This is one of their favorite recipes which they shared with my mom, who still makes it from time to time. Those neighbors have since moved on, but the new neighbors are every bit as terrific and just as much fun.