When I was a little girl, my grandmother had me bake for her all the time. Her house was always full of ingredients, both dry and fresh, and there were drawers and drawers full of newspaper clippings of recipes that Grandma found interesting.
She encouraged me to look through the recipes, and choose anything I wanted to make. Then I searched for the ingredients, and once assembled, the chemistry began!
As I mixed the ingredients together, baked them, and waited for the creation to cool, Grandma would tell me stories. And laugh. We would make peppermint tea, and she would read my tea leaves. But only once she made me promise to only see it as entertainment.
She’s been gone from this earth for almost 16 years, but I feel her love for me across space and time. Everyday.
We had our disagreements and our tensions. I also always knew that Grandma loved me unconditionally, knowing me authentically for who I actually was.
Isn’t that what everyone wants?
As I live in my cloistered world of baking for my children during the days of this pandemic, to create, nourish, and pass the time, I especially feel Grandma’s presence.
Laughing. Chuckling. Knowing that I always have the strength to carry on through anything, no matter what obstacles we face today, or will face tomorrow.
Thank you for your love, Grandma. It lives beyond your physical life here on earth. It still surrounds me everyday. I love you, Grandma.
(And I hear your chuckles still….)
[Image: Midnight Madness Meringue Cake, recipe in the January 2007 issue of Chatelaine magazine, made with joy and love for my children just yesterday]