My husbands Gramma went to sleep with the angels over the holidays. As much as it was sad to see her go it was a blessing at the same time. She was going into her 99th year. She was ready. She told us long before that.Good ole Ga. She was a feisty character and she will be missed. Yesterday we all gathered together for a celebration of her life. It was nice, as far as those things go. Here’s the cool part though. At the “tea” following the service ,sitting on the table, was a plate of “Isla’s shortbread cookies”. So nice. One of her grand daughters made them. It got me thinking.
Later that evening we were talking about our Grammas and remembering them warmly. The common thread that tied our stories together were spun from their kitchens. Their homemade foody goodness. The kind that makes you feel all safe and cared for. For me it was rice pudding, swimming with raisins and cinnamon or a big bucket of KFC that my grandparents would drive over and surprise us with. We LOVED it! For Scott it was the shortbread cookies , raspberries from Gram B’s garden and plum pudding. I want to say weird huh but no it isn’t. It’s food, glorious food, it draws us together, memories are made around breaking bread or raiding the cookie jar. Good memories.Good times. Good food. We both can still imagine being in our grandparents kitchens. The way they smelled.The weird retro colors. I love that. That is the way I want my kids and hopefully grandkids, to remember me as well. Cooking it up!
I still on occasion call up my Mom for a “dinner question”. She loves it. It is a compliment to her that I want to make things for my kids like I had when I was young. My kids beg for her to make candy apples for them. Sweet. For Christmas I asked her for some of her cabbage rolls! I got them and I ate them. I shared, but nobody appreciated them as much as me. A slice of my childhood all rolled up in sour cabbage.
If you have Grandparents still, you are lucky. Enjoy every minute. For the rest of us, well, we will remember them fondly and deliciously in our shortbread and rice puddings and imagine them watching us from up there in the pink heavens. It makes me smile. I like that.