Today I went to choose our first recipe. I keep all your recipes in the red cookie tin. The one that was always full of delicious treats, even after you stopped baking. But as I stared at the hundreds of recipes I realized I couldn't just reach in and randomly pick one. I don't think you would randomly pick a recipe, chances are you never randomly picked anything. So how could I start cooking your recipes that way?!
So that left me with the big question, "well then, where do I start?" I thought about it for a little while, and then it hit me, hard, in he face. It's so obvious, how could it have taken me so long to figure it out?!
Banana Bread.
Sure I've made your recipe a lot in the past, but that doesn't matter. I don't think I made it until after you had stopped. So of course this will be the first time I'll be able to talk to you about it.
So I went out today and bought some bananas. More then 6, though (I always eat a few). I'll have to wait a few days for them to get brown and then we'll get started.
I never thought I'd be so excited to watch bananas turn brown!!
Love
E
Friday, August 27, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Am I too late, or is this the perfect time?
Dear Grandma,
About a year ago I thought up the idea for this blog. A series of letters written to you from so far away. I thought about how the distance between us had to do with so much more than miles. I knew that my letters would never penetrate the fog in which you lived. And yet, I wanted to write to you. I wanted to share with you. I wanted to do all the things I imagined as we were spending time together when I was growing up. The secrets and joys we would share. The tight hugs and tear stained cheeks.
Now you are gone, and some would say I've waited too long. But I don't see it that way. I believe that now my letters will reach you. I can imagine you sharing them with Grandpa. How the two of you will laugh over my foibles, smile at the kids antics and finally get to know Johnny better.
So here goes. Letters to you, my Grandma.
Love
E
About a year ago I thought up the idea for this blog. A series of letters written to you from so far away. I thought about how the distance between us had to do with so much more than miles. I knew that my letters would never penetrate the fog in which you lived. And yet, I wanted to write to you. I wanted to share with you. I wanted to do all the things I imagined as we were spending time together when I was growing up. The secrets and joys we would share. The tight hugs and tear stained cheeks.
Now you are gone, and some would say I've waited too long. But I don't see it that way. I believe that now my letters will reach you. I can imagine you sharing them with Grandpa. How the two of you will laugh over my foibles, smile at the kids antics and finally get to know Johnny better.
So here goes. Letters to you, my Grandma.
Love
E
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