My sister called today and as we chatted, I was surprised to notice how much recipes fit right in our conversation. I have noticed this with my mom too, since moving, its a topic that comes up frequently.
"What are you making for dinner tonight?"
"I tried this new recipe that you would love!"
"Mom, do you know where I can find ingredients for ____?"
I've even called mom from the grocery store aisle to find out what is in her Pratt Stew so I could pick up the needed items.
However, it is only today that it is beginning to dawn on me that these recipes and dishes are part of our connection. Its not the three of us spending Saturday afternoons cooking for Sunday together anymore, but you mention Southwest Chicken Ring and our minds are taken back to the house on Boxwood Lane, the neighbor who taught us to make it, and the season of our lives in which that meal was a regular. Some of the recipes bridge generations, like when my aunt calls mom for Gamma's gravy secrets, and some are just tradition, like Spinach casserole for Thanksgiving...and Christmas...and Easter :) And while we may not live in the same house anymore, or down the road or even in the same state, part of us remains connected as we each nourish our own families from the same recipes.
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