Tonight I made homemade peach cobbler for the ladies meeting at our church. The kids were looking thru the recipe boxes to help me find the recipe and were asking about the recipes in my box. Some well used, some clipped from magazine and some never used but saved for a later date.
Yet, as I started glancing at what they were looking at it brought up such a warm feeling in my heart as they held certain recipes. The chicken dressing that is completely covered in spices and water marks. The Kris Kiaker cake that has stains from the cream cheese frosting. Even the "goo" recipes or "homemade playdo" recipes brought up sweet memories from playtime with the kids when they were young.
However, out of all the recipes in my boxes, none are cherised more than those that belonged to mom or grandmothers. The thought of these comfort foods bring joy to me. I remember being young and the smells of waiting for the dinner to be done. The excitement to have one of my Grandma's pink cookies. The fondness of my other Grandma's chicken and dumplings. The funny stories of never eating my Momma's chili and opening up a can of Wolf Brand chili and thinking that now I make that same chili once a month.
I hope when my kids are older, they will have memories of my cooking for them that make them feel like they have a little comfort of home!
