This week I've been thinking a lot about my mom. Maybe because we are getting close to going to my brother's Memorial Service and staying a night in my hometown where many memories of my mom are stored in my heart. I know mom and Hal are having a great reunion.
Here she is in her little kitchen. The kitchen I share with her the 18 years before I left for college. I know why I love my little kitchen and love cooking, baking, trying new recipes, making the presentation attractive. Because of her! A tablecloth and fresh flowers (from her garden) and the best Banana Cake you ever tasted. It wasn't light and fluffy, NO, it was two layers of heavy moist rich banana cake, and the frosting thick and white and after school, a piece of that made any bad day, OK.
When I found this picture of my mom in her kitchen, I immediately thought of the picture Don had taken of me in our little kitchen, and I said... "Yes...Mom, we're two peas in a pod." How I miss you, but I think what I learned from you, and how I practice it daily, would make you proud. (And mom, I know you never tried to BBQ cookies) HaHa.