I’m Loved

When I was in college, my mom was in the hospital having surgery.  To pass the time, she copied some of her most used recipes onto note cards and gave them to me in an index card box.  It was blue and plastic.

I lived in a dorm and had no access to a kitchen.  I hadn’t even cooked much with my mom growing up.  There are a few classic pictures of me licking the beaters and such while making cookies or cake.  But, my main kitchen job was unloading and loading the dishwasher.

I cook much differently than both my grandmas and my mother.  Mainly, I cook less casseroles and ‘comfort food’.  We eat more fish and less fish sticks. Basically the difference between cooking in the 60s, 70s and 80s and cooking today.

But, there are definitely go-to recipes from that box.

I’ve belonged to a playgroup/coffee group for ten years.  We take turns hosting on Tuesday mornings.  I ALWAYS make banana bread.  My mom’s, and I assume Grandma’s, recipe. I don’t need to use the recipe card anymore – the recipe is memorized.   But I get it out every time anyway.

It’s a good thing I don’t need it – because this is what it looks like.

We cook for others to feed them – mind, body and soul.

This recipe reminds me every time – I’m loved.