My Mom’s birthday was either Jan 2 or 3. Not much of a difference, my grandparents just didn’t keep really close tabs on birth dates in the early 1900’s when they were six other children to raise. Either date, I find myself thinking of her this time of year.
While in our kitchen this afternoon, I idly picked up a Japanese cookbook I haven’t opened in a long time. I thumbed through it, back to front. As I neared the front of the book, something dropped out of the book. On 5 x 7 index cards were a group of recipes my mother had handwritten for me soon after I married. Over fifty seven years ago to be exact! I was startled.
There was her familiar written script. I had misplaced the recipes long ago. I’d branched out too in my eating habits. I’d given up hope of finding the recipes ever again. What a surprise gift for me. I have no memory of having placed them in the Japanese cookbook. There was no logic behind it. The recipe I recreated a few weeks ago when I had an abundance of apples in the fridge was there in original detail. She called it crustless apple pie and noted that it was my favorite. I didn’t get the topping right. Now I found out why. Was she watching me try to recreate it???
This time, the recipes did not get stuck back in a cookbook. I put the cards in my desk drawer and thanked Mom for visiting on her birthday.Next time I attempt the crustless apple pie,she’ll be by my side.