Memories of rolling pins and pastries.

She still lives!  This blog has been silent and I do apologize.  These last weeks of creating our December box and devotional took a piece of my heart with it.  Recipes.  You see, those handwritten instructions mean so much to me.  They were tweaked with years of wisdom and stained with love.  Christmas, especially, some of those favorite recipes get pulled out, dusted off, and indulged.  Some of my favorites are my great grandmother's fudge.  Recipes my grandmother taught me like divinity, chocolate covered cherries, or homemade caramel without using a candy thermometer.  Then there're the oldies like molasses cookies, rhubarb pie and persimmon pudding.  My other grandmother's chicken and noodles are famous in our town and....shhhhh.... she's given me her secret.  However, I don't believe I will ever master my mother's rolls.  Wait, master?  I have yet to even succeed!! But, I do make a fluffy, airy, buttery buttermilk biscuit.  So much food and it feeds more than my stomach.  It feeds my soul to recreate my family's foods in remembrance of loved ones.  So, these last weeks, I have made kitchens a mess and replenished my soul in ready to receive the joy of our Saviour's birth. I consider Hebrews 13:7

Remember those who led you, who spoke the word of God to you; and considering their conduct, imitate their faith. 

Then I know my love of baking stems not from loving food, but from the wisdom and examples shared to me by the women in my family in kitchens over recipes both written and not.  I am blessed to have so many strongly willed Christian women as role models throughout my life.  Baking from their recipes keeps their memory and advice alive within me.  While I can't make a roll to save my life, I can remember all the things my mother taught me while watching her succeed.  I can only aspire to have the faith of my elders and hope someday 2 Timothy 1:5 can be said of me also:

For I am mindful of the sincere faith within you, which first dwelt in your grandmother Lois and your mother Eunice, and I am sure that it is in you as well.

  • Cathy Malone says...

    So, my eyes are leaking! Beautifully written tribute and reminder of the unknown roles we play in others lives.

    On January 19, 2019

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