Lochlan you have mentioned on a number of occasions that I rarely talk about my growing up years. Which is funny, because memories from my childhood crowd my thoughts of today and influence almost all of my decisions.
I think some families are lucky enough to have one unique and amazing person that acts in many ways as the “glue” that holds everyone together. Or maybe it was just my family… our family. That one person who has so much love to share that everyone is pulled together.
Our glue was my granny Mack, your great-granny Mack. I always felt that I was her favorite grandchild and it wasn’t until years later that I found out that my cousins felt like THEY were the favorite grandchild ( I know crazy right?!!!)
…. Just so you know sons – I really WAS the favorite grandchild.
Most of my memories of granny Mack take place in various kitchens. It didn’t matter where she was geographically, if there was a kitchen that is where you would find her… THAT is where you wanted to BE.
She was always laughing, talking, drinking her coffee, smoking her cigarettes, playing her solitaire and cooking. Always always cooking. She was a master in the kitchen. SO much love went into the food she prepared. You could smell and taste it in everything you ate.
In 1989 granny spent the whole year typing (REAL typing – on a typewriter … without spell check and if you mess up you mess up the WHOLE page kind of typing). Can you imagine that? No computer!!
Like I was saying she spent the whole year working on creating a collection of all of her favorite recipes. She included in her cookbook many of her kitchen tips and little personal notes. For Christmas 1989 she gave each of her grandchildren a copy of this book.
“Granny Mack’s Favorite Recipes”
Food is memory, I want you to share in these memories.
It’s important to know where you have come from, the people who may no longer be here – but played such a huge part in the formation of YOU. I want to share what I remember with you, I want to share the love and joy the memories bring to me with you.
I want you to taste and smell the love.