Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~ William Wordsworth
This was very tiny on my computer screen, but well worth the eye strain. I miss my mom's meat loaf!
I am sorry for the inconvenience. I have repeated the text separately.Thank you so much.
Isn't that the truth? There's quite a few recipes I wish I could ask my mother to make again.
It is almost always difficult to recreate mother's magic.
Very true. No one makes it quite like Mama makes it. That is why I am glad that I had the presence of mind to have my mom tell me how to make everything and wrote down her recipes before she died. My Grandma used to be a really great cook, could make all this stuff from memory. Then she got Alzheimers and all that was gone, no one thought to get her to tell them how she did it before then.
That sounds really cool. Having noted all her traditional trade-secrets will give you a great edge ;-) And plus this way she will be always with you. Distant, yet a notebook away.
You've captured this truth beautifully!
Thank you Genna
Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.