Cooking a memory in life!
Jan. 20, 2013 8:07 pm
Updated: Feb. 19, 2013 5:13 am
I have been cooking as long as I can remember. As a kid I helped my sister in laws,grandma, aunt and stepfather cook every thing from rabbit stew to chocolate pudding. One thing I learned as a child was if my mom was doing it don't do it that way. Other
then Thanksgiving turkey mom was a terrible cook. That didn't matter because I was surrounded by wonderful cooks and they all were happy to share their secrets with me.
In my mid 20's I married a man of simple taste. When I say simple taste I mean plain. Jar tomato sauce was better then homemade, Salt, Pepper,& garlic Powder were the only spices allowed, and meat loaf on Mondays was what was expected. Boy oh Boy
did that bore me. Still I stuck it out for 22 years and well pretty much just stopped cooking, well I cooked but not really, out of a box ready in 30 minutes kind of stuff nothing that required thought or planning. I loved cooking growing up and truly missed
it, but every time I tried to step it up a notch life would get less then happy in my house so I stopped trying and then eventually I just stopped cooking.
My poor son he was the normal teenager that came out of his room only for school and meals.He never came out of his room for all of high school. Well he came out for school and to fix what ever frozen food was in the freezer for his dinners,
but he had no idea what a dinner table or a family dinner was and had come to the conclusion his mother could not cook.
After 22 years and our sons 18th birthday I found myself free and clear to play in the kitchen once again and no one to play for. My son had a job in one of the best seafood restaurants in the city and my husband was now my ex.The kitchen in the
house I was living at the time was awful, small,dank,& dark but I started playing a little here and there and so enjoying the results. Gravy a long standing hard to figure out concept was starting to actually be gravy. I was once again making red sauce from
scratch and Mac&Cheese no longer was coming from the little blue box. My son missed all this because he was busy at work, dating and being an 18 yr old young man.
A year or so after the split between Jim and I, I met and started dating a guy I fondly called farmer Bill. He had a charming smile, an engaging laugh, and the most beautiful blue eyes. He also had a kitchen that to me was huge and ever so bright,
with counter space and windows. I loved hanging out spending time in the kitchen just creating what ever I could think of. There was also a garden that was by a city girls standards big (about an acre).
When the fall came and I was still there I was in heaven playing in that kitchen canning, freezing and drying out the garden goodies.
One day Billy(son) was out at Farmer Bills house and I fixed dinner for us all. As we sat down to dinner Billy says where did get this delivered from. Bill laughs out loud and says "your mother made this." My son pauses for less then 30 seconds
and says " My Mom never cooks!" That was almost 7 yrs ago and I still laugh when I think about that dinner.
Through the years Billy has come and cooked with me and Bill and enjoy a dinner here and there, as well as the holidays. Billy and I cook side by side and enjoy each others company as we share recipes and new ideas with each other.
My Mom is now here living with me and Farmer Bill. Sunday night dinner has been restored. It is a wonderful thing to cook side by side with my son and cook a quilt of memories to last for years to come. Even better is the Sundays when little miss
Madeline my granddaughter is in the kitchen helping as well.
There is a song with the words" isn't strange how a melody can sound like a memory". Well isn't strange how a recipe smells like a memory.Some of my fondest memories of my Grandma are of her in the kitchen frying chicken and her pretty pink apron.
I can only hope I leave memories like that for Madeline.