Home in their arms
Home in their arms An autumnal reflection on the enduring comfort of parental love, where every season feels beautiful, sheltered, and care...
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Home in their arms An autumnal reflection on the enduring comfort of parental love, where every season feels beautiful, sheltered, and care...
This was very tiny on my computer screen, but well worth the eye strain. I miss my mom's meat loaf!
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Isn't that the truth? There's quite a few recipes I wish I could ask my mother to make again.
ReplyDeleteIt is almost always difficult to recreate mother's magic.
DeleteVery 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.
ReplyDeleteThat 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.
DeleteYou've captured this truth beautifully!
ReplyDeleteThank you Genna
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