I have never been a chef but mom's homemade recipes lure me into the kitchen. A chance to connect with her. A chance to pass on a memory to my own daughter and sons.
Today is her birthday and we are taking time to remember her life. It's hard to do when the memories are both joyful and bittersweet, especially when I create the same memories my mom once created with me.
Memories only captured in old photos, me clutching a spatula, cuddling my pots and pans in my mother's arms. All three of my children have clutched their own tiny spatula, working over their pots and pans. Remembering a whole generation of women gearing up to make deviled eggs, a legendary recipe passed on from my grandma, to my mother, to me.
Today I will make the potato salad and Kenney will make the deviled eggs. There is preparation, hard work and in the case of the potato salad, a lot muscle, involved in these recipes. With the peeling of the eggs and stirring we honor mom and her love for us.
One day my little chefs will be ready for the family recipe book (top secret!) and they will feel the love of their Nana through the pages.