This weekend my Grandmothers have been in my thoughts. I can’t help thinking this is because my granddaughter will be spending the night with us. Thinking about how I want her to remember me, has prompted me to remember my relationship with my own grandparents.
I grew up living in the same town and frequently visiting my paternal grandparents. Granddaddy and Grandma Williams both lived into their 90’s. I was an adult when they passed away. Grandma Williams was archetypal dominant matriarch and an excellent cook. I credit her for inspiring me to cook. It was through her that I first realized cooking for your family was a way of showing your love for them.
One of my favorite dishes that she made was potato salad. I was very sad when she died, and I realized I would never taste her potato salad again. Then on a visit to Biloxi we ate dinner at a friend’s house, and she severed Grandma Williams potato salad. I asked her if she could give me the recipe and she said she could, but it was from the back of a jar of Hellmann’s mayonnaise. In the age of Google, I was able to find Grandma Williams Potato Salad Recipe. Oh, happy days!
When Grandma Williams died, I inherited the bowl she always served potato salad in. I still use it whenever I make her potato salad. It brings back fond memories.
As I begin being a Grandparent, I want my grandchildren to always remember me as an engaging and playful grandfather who loved them very much. Since I love to cook, I’m certain that one of the ways I will show my love, is by cooking for them.