My mother passed away two weeks ago today. She was 79 years young and still had so much more to give to the world. There are so many different things that I could tell
you about my mother that made her so special to so many people but this is a cooking website so I will stick to what Mom made special for me in the kitchen.
If you have glanced at my profile, you will see that my mother taught me how to cook at an early age. From the time I could first push a chair or kitchen stool across the
floor, I was at her side asking her what she was making and if I could help. I was particularly good at an early age at licking the beaters, spatulas, spoons & bowls because Mom was always good at leaving a nice amount of batter or frosting behind as a reward.
(My grandmother, on the other hand, wielded a spatula like samurai sword and there was a nary a speck of batter or frosting ever left behind.) I think all four of us kids can still make a pretty respectable tray of brownies from scratch. Mom never really got
fancy in the kitchen, mainly because us kids were fussy eaters who stuck to bland food. Sometimes she would throw something different into the mix for us but it was a different story when she entertained. That was when we saw what Mom could really do in the
kitchen and we were just too stubborn to realize that we should have given it a try. She did teach us the basics so we would never starve but it wasn’t until I was finally out of college that I finally realized the extent of what she had done.
When most of my friends were eating bad happy hour food in crappy singles bars, I was whipping up simple dishes at home. Whenever a snowstorm was on the horizon, my friends
would show up in hopes that I would feed them once we got snowed in. People even started bringing food with them for me to cook when they would come over to watch a game. During the last year I lived in Denver, I don’t think I ever did the dishes because I
made that a requirement of being fed. I had Mom to thank for that.
As I continued to move around the country, I started to expand my culinary horizons and my Mom made sure that I always had the proper tools that I would need. I still have
the electric skillet she gave me some 20+ years ago and it still makes killer pancakes. Once I got married, the kitchen utensils that she sent were of an even better quality and I started to feel more & more like a real chef. I even started to cook like one. When
Mom’s health started to give her troubles, I stepped in and started to cook the Thanksgiving & Christmas turkeys (there are blogs in my archives about that). It was least I could do for the woman who gave me & taught me so much
I love my Mom and I miss her very much. I know that the next time I make a cake or some brownies, my children will get a crack at what’s left over in the bowl. It’s what
my Mom would have done for them too.