She did not cook much, we did a lot of prepared meals (it was the 80's everyone did). There are very few foods I would like to try to recreate for my kids. My parents are in Florida for a week, so my sister and I took matters into our own hands and raided the recipe cabinet. I sifted through hundreds of recipes, but only found two I ever remember her making, she clipped many, but never made them. I did not find my two favorites, Chicken Paprika and Chicken and noodles. I left feeling really really sad. Like a piece of my childhood is gone forever. My sister never remembers my mother cooking, by the time she was born mom was sick often and worked when she was well, I feel worse for her, she has nothing as foods go to pass on to her 3 kids. I at least can try to re-create some of the recipes on my own.
Its funny, my dad spent most of my childhood talking about this wonderful Polish Cauliflower his mother made. She had died before I was born. He could never find a recipe that tasted like hers, shortly after I was married, I succeeded. Maybe one of my kids will be able to come up with a perfect recipe for me, but I'm impatient and have a chicken in the freezer that really needs noodles.
It is funny how tastes and smells elicit memories, rich, warm, lovely memories. Every time I eat a snowball cookie, I am transported back to my grandmother's kitchen. I can see her, playing cards, hear her voice, even though she died a decade ago. I want this for my kids, to have memories that are brought on my a simple cookie or soup, that makes them smile,and remember a loved one, long passed. My kids will not get this from my mom, but may from my Mother-in-law.
Take the time to write down those favorite recipes, no matter how often you make them, and put them in a special book for each child. You never know how special it might be for them. It is not just recipes, but a collection of memories for them to pass on. If you have a Chicken and noodles recipe to share, email me cdclil at sbcglobal dot net
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