countryfog
My mom's culinary beneficence was goulash. I never had a chance to ask for the recipe, and even if I had it I don't think I would ever try to make it, it couldn't ever be the same without the most important ingredient - her love. She's gone twenty-two years now and there isn't a day I don't miss her.
2013-01-14

Lawrence Beck
A nice, sweet poem, Stan.
2013-01-13

Beautiful tribute that is at once intimate & familiarly experiential. Thanks for sharing.
2013-01-12

Elle
meant to say as well, that I hope my boys will remember my culinary exploits - one of boys called me to ask about the secret recipe for mashed swede :-)
2013-01-12

Elle
my mother died when I was four, so only hazy memories of her or her cooking - but we had a wonderful housekeeper who when on or off the bottle made the most delicious food - her brandy pastry still lives in the recall of most wonderful memories :-) This was lovely Stan, what love is about and the memories they evoke

Elle x
2013-01-12

This makes me smile. My mom was pretty special, too. Her recipe consisted of a can of Campbell's chicken noodle soup, and a can opener, but it was served with love. Or was it expediency?
2013-01-12