"The richness of life lies in the memories we have forgotten." - Cesare Pavese
When I was your age and older I loved baking in my mother's kitchen. When I opened the cupboards there was always an abundance of dishes, spices, utensils and much more. I could choose just about anything I wanted to bake (cookies were almost always my choice), and I never had to worry my mother didn't have the ingredients I needed on hand.
This morning grandma Jeanne wanted to make banana bread. When I opened up the cupboards I had everything I needed to make banana bread, with choices of whether I wanted to add blue berries, cranberries, or nuts, use whole wheat flour, rye, pastry, or unbleached.
I made banana bread with cranberries and remembered my mother, who made my life rich in so many ways.
This morning grandma Jeanne wanted to make banana bread. When I opened up the cupboards I had everything I needed to make banana bread, with choices of whether I wanted to add blue berries, cranberries, or nuts, use whole wheat flour, rye, pastry, or unbleached.
I made banana bread with cranberries and remembered my mother, who made my life rich in so many ways.
