Hello Readers! I hope you all enjoyed your Thanksgiving Holiday with your families...I sure did! The holidays are the perfect time to gather the family and give thanks for all the things in our lives, it is a time to reflect on the year past, the good things, the not-so-good things, our accomplishments and the things we have planned for our future. And while each of our thoughts may be different the usual one thing that brings us together is the meals we prepare. We ask "Who is cooking?", or "Is Aunt Patsy bringing the Coconut Pineapple Cake?" or even "Don't ask Cousin Sarah to make the yams, you know she can't cook!" But, this is all done with love - the way we shop for the ingredients, the way we prepare our dishes and the way we present them to our families...a sense of pride when we uncover the dish and the anticipation that it will go over well when our family taste our dishes.
This brings me to this week's story. I was scrambling last week for a really good biscuit recipe for my Thanksgiving Dinner. (Which, by the way, the Lobster and Crab Macaroni was really good. Hubby thought it needed more cheese. And as promised to you, the update is my sister is hosting Christmas Dinner!)
A male co-worker of mine heard my biscuit recipe dilemma and offered to bring in his family cookbook. He told me it was a set of recipes that his family over generations had compiled and his grandmother many years ago decided to have it bound - a book she would later share with her daughter who in turn gave it to her son. (Did I mention that my male co-worker does not cook but possesses all the family secret recipes?) He gave me the book and told me if I saw anything, feel free to take the recipe. Well, I was really excited - I jumped right into the book. As I turned the pages, I found family photographs, I found little hand-written notes; I found a newspaper clipping from the passing of one of their relatives. I realized that this book was not just recipes - these were recipes of love, passed on from one generation to the next. The handwritten notes and comments in the margin were written as reminders and suggestions to loved ones in years to come. Bakers and cooks who may have never met these past generation chefs now had personally written notes to them on how to make the perfect dish. I thought it was really touching and I thanked my friend for sharing his family baking secrets with me. I never did make the biscuits, but I did give Thanks for my family, and every time I dished out a serving I knew I was dishing out a portion of love.
Until Next Time, Eat Well!