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My Grandma passed away at the age of 94. She was a wonderful cook and I was lucky enough to inherit her recipes. Many date back to the 1940s and 50s. Grandma prepared them in a charming country kitchen with no running water and most of her produce came from her garden, not from the grocery store. These are made-from-scratch recipes. I wish I had spent more time with her in the kitchen and . . . I wish I had spent more time with her for so many other reasons.
Thursday, December 27, 2012
My Grandma's Hands
Looking back, I remember Grandma's hands. Yes, they were wrinkled, but her hands were always busy and I thought they were cute. I wanted nothing more than to be able to cook like Grandma. Today, I look at my own hands and I see hers. They aren't young anymore. They are wrinkled (I call them love lines) and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Feeding my family and friends gives me the greatest pleasure in life. My kitchen and dining room are the place we always wind up. Three-year-old Christian loves to help me in the kitchen already. I can only hope that when my grandchildren are all grown up they will look back and think about Grammy's wrinkled hands and the goodies I made for them and the dishes we made together. Is there any better legacy? I don't think so.