As I was planning my dinner for tonight it went through my mind how very much I've been influenced by three very important women in my life, my Grandmother's and my Mom.
After deciding to make potato salad, I realized that I not only use my Mom's recipe for it but serve it in a bowl that belonged to my Grandma, a bowl I remember her putting her potato salad in to serve the family Sunday dinners. When I make my potato salad I always put homemade pickle and some of the pickle juice in the potatoes. The pickles are made using my Grandmother's recipe which I have written in her own hand on a scrap piece of paper.
Last week I started my first batch of pickle for this year, using that treasured recipe and cutting the cucumbers into a crock my other Grandmother gave us years ago.
It seems like everywhere I look in my kitchen I see reminders of these three women, dishes, recipes in their own handwriting, crocks, my Mom's rolling pin and sifter and I realize that even though things change there's a continuity to my life thanks to these three remarkable women. Oh, my life is much easier. I have an air-conditioned kitchen with every modern necessity we think we need, but I don't think my meals are nearly as good as my maternal Grandmother's, cooked on her wood cookstove.
So, it's back to my meal preparations. Oh, by the way, with the potao salad we're having BBQ'ed ribs, squash with onions cooked in them, fresh tomatoes and sliced cucumbers, all from our own garden, and peaches from a local orchard.
Till next time.........