Doing some seasonal cooking today.
Cooking? Well, it's that time of the year to make tomato sauce. A large box of gorgeous red, ripe Roma tomatoes are being turned into home-made sauce from a recipe that spans several generations. It's actually been a few years since I've made it.
That is my grandmothers recipe book, something I treasure as it still smells like her kitchen. I grew up in that kitchen, helping her cook and eating her country cooking. Nan was never a gourmet cook, everything was roughly chopped and mess everywhere, but her saying "it'll eat all right" was always the truth. I especially loved her zucchini slice and vegetable soup served up for lunch nearly every Saturday during winter. Her apple pie was a stunner as well. When I got diabetes, she made it her mission to cook without sugar, sometimes with success, sometimes without............those rock cakes could break glass!
This was my grandmother on my mum's side, the same who mentored me during my early years in horticulture. I lost nan just as I entered adulthood, I would dearly love to have had her around as I grew out of that boyish stupidity we all have. It took me a very long time to come to terms with her loss, I keep thinking of things I'd want to ask her only to snap back to reality. It's one of the reasons why I continue making that tomato sauce because it takes me back to helping her make in her kitchen.
After saying all that, I most take after my grandmother on dad's side. She was always immaculately dressed and presented, always the pretty lady. And that particularness flowed through to just about everything, from her precisely made food to her spotlessly clean home where there was a place for everything and everything in its place. Sound familiar?
My father used to play a game where he would move an ornament or two on a shelf, then wait to see how long before she noticed and moved it back into place. She only had one child, so my sister and I were her world. I lost her to cancer while I was only 11-years old, and again, it hit me hard and still does as I never got to know her as an adult.
I find it fascinating that a basic human need in the form of food brings with it memories of the past. It's one of the reasons why I love listening to the Table Manners podcast, which recounts people's memory of food and family.
https://www.tablemannerspodcast.com/
https://open.spotify.com/show/2SZX2oyIXVvyqEtjQ6C6z5
https://podcasts.apple.com/au/podcas...e/id1305228910
