I shared pecan chicken salad with my Grandma for lunch today. I also helped her put together her new recipe box and snuck in her recipe for her one-of-a-kind and top secret pie crust (she won’t admit she is forgetting the recipe). Sitting at her kitchen table, sorting through old recipe cut-outs, I felt like I was a kid again, just off the school bus, enjoying my afternoon snack with Grandma. I’m still smiling.
Some lunch thoughts/observations:
- Iced tea always tastes better when Grandma makes it. I can’t explain why. It just does. I even buy the same kind of tea and put it in the same kind of jug. Maybe it’s her ancient lemon/lime squeeze contraption that does it. I don’t know. Refreshing.
- I wish I could still buy Clabber Girl baking powder for 10 cents. 10 cents! I wish I would’ve remembered to bring that little cut-out with me just to show you. Instead, I remembered to bring some tasty cookie recipes instead. From scratch. Take that boxed mixes and pre-made dough! (I researched this a little online and it looks as if these recipes are from sometime in the 1940’s. Wow.)
- My Grandma says, “The real way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Just look at your Grandpa. He’d starve if I didn’t cook or bake, and I realize it’s my own fault!” They’ve been married for over 60 years now and she still makes him a different dessert every night. My husband gets dessert about once a week. I’ve got some catching up to do!