Connections to my past
Recently my mother gave me a recipe that my grandmother used to make. I never had the chance to know my grandmother but have heard many stories of her. She was not a cozy, loving person. She was a no nonsense person. Very proper in every way, shape or form. I don't think that we would have been close if she had been alive when I was younger. I am very much the cuddle on the sofa with my parent kind of person. I would not have understood her standoffish nature.
Yet, I find myself thinking of her each time I make this recipe. It is for a salmon casserole and has 4 simple ingredients. I imagine it was a quick, efficient, no nonsense recipe that she pulled out when she needed to know that the food would be good, hot and ready in a hurry. My husband can be counted on to eat the whole thing if I am not watching carefully! See how little is left in the photo?
I love that I get to touch the paper that her hands held. I love seeing her handwriting on the recipe. I am connected to her spirit and her life each time I open my cupboard door and bring out the canned salmon. I cherish the feeling of connection to a woman who, from all I have heard, was as different from me as night from day. She is able to come alive for me in some small way through my cooking her recipe.
My daughter hates this recipe and will not eat it at all. I don't care. I continue to make it every month or so and love the connection I feel to my past each time I pull out the ingredients. Perhaps, one day in the very distant future, my grand-daughter will pull out these ingredients from her cupboard and make this recipe because it connects her to me - regardless of how much my great grand-daughter hates it!!!


