My Grandma’s Hands Were Hard Working Yet Gentle
Her style filled the room with love. Thank you, Grandma. If I could only have one more kiss, hug, or bite!
“If God had intended us to follow recipes, He wouldn’t have given us grandmothers.”
– Linda Henley
My Story
Baking is a science that only grandmas have entirely figured out. It takes years of practice and patience.
The kitchen from my childhood is forever etched in my memory. The comfort of the good old days still warms my heart. I’m writing this as a Thank You Note to my Grandma.
You are in for a treat. I can still see, smell, touch, taste, and even hear the loving laughter of my grandparents’ kitchen back in the ’70s.
Everyone loved her rhubarb pie because of the 10 pounds of sugar and lard. It’s bound to lure you as well.
She usually baked her pies in a 13-by-9-inch pan. A pie plate was never nearly big enough. We didn’t have a huge family, but the kitchen was always full.
I don’t remember too much of the process of baking, but the tasting still leaves a loving warmth on my tongue. Do you have a family recipe that warms your heart?
