Hope you are all having a
wonderful New Year!
I did a lot of baking this year.
I honestly had given up all the
cookie making, etc. for a few years.
This year I had been thinking about gifts more.
I was trying to remember what my favorite
memories of Christmas were
I could name a lot of the traditions we had
I could name the favorite foods
we looked forward to.
Foods that we pretty much only had at Christmas
which made them even more special.
I also started to think about the things
that my grandmother and great grandmother
used to cook that we miss dearly.
I had come across a recipe
that belonged to my late grandmother.
Pistachio Pound Cake
It sounded familiar
I wasn't sure if I had ever tasted it .
I then made it my mission to make
this cake for my father and husband.
My dad because it was his mothers recipe
and my husband because he loves pistachios .
I cannot leave this part out.
I get pretty emotional on occasion.
when it comes to my
I spent almost every weekend with her when
I was a child.
went to the beach,
and went to church on Sunday.
Most of all she shared her
talent for cooking,
food with me.
I was too young to learn the processes,
but I do remember the product.
She was taken from us too early
due to cancer.
I was in High School and my grandparents
had moved out of state.
I really did not get to visit her until
she was in a horrible state that year.
I think my parents were trying to protect us
from what was going on.
My point being
there are times when I get weepy
I didn't expect it to be while I was baking.
Something came over me though,
and as I was reading the card ,
I drifted to thoughts of her.
The wonderful times I spent watching her in the kitchen.
No one was home with me this day.
I began to tear up
and as I began to cry
I suddenly felt a strange
like there were a set of arms around me.
A warm energizing feeling.
I stopped and stood there for what seemed like a few
I don't know what you believe in,
I have often felt like there were times
in my life where I could say
my grandmother was with me.
This day I felt it more than ever.
Here are the finished product.
The taste instantly brought back familiarity
and I knew
I had tasted this before.
They were delicious!
I'd like to say
I know so many of us spend months
after the perfect gift
in and out
of store after store.
Truly in the end....
what do you remember most about
Was it a specific gift?
Time with family?
I can honestly say there are a handful
of material gifts I remember.
The most standout memories though
are what I have described above.
Traditions and family.
I have decided to give up the
during the holidays
focus on the
FAMILY and FUN.
I know this was a bit long-winded...
I just had to share the story of my grandmother,
it just felt right.
This year more than ever I plan to work
on time spent being meaningful
and myself being present in the moment.
Not worried about how "Martha" everything looked.
If I finish a creative process in getting ready for
If I don't -
no big deal.
My 5 year old is not going to remember that.
Those memories are what matter the most.
Happy Friday to you all!