Dad sorted and packed what he was taking with him, and left the rest in boxes for us to go thru and take what we would like. In a box of kitchen utensils, bowls and cups I found my mom's Betty Crocker Cookbook. What a treasure! Opening the book brought so many great memories of mom and I baking together. I remember her tying one of her hand made aprons -- a little big for me (but covered me real well because I was a messy cook) and put me up on a chair so I could reach the bowl to stir the batter. Mom was a great cook and always let me lick the beaters when she made her famous cake and cookie batter.
She did have her specialties, one was her special white cake..like no other, she would make it for all those special occasions like the holidays or our birthday.
She made the best french meal-- "Ragu" which was a ground pork dish with potatoes and dark brown gravy. It was a custom for our family to have this meal on New Years day. Mmmmmmm I can taste it now!!
30 years ago I bought my own Betty Crocker Cookbook but it was not the same...it didn't have character-- like my mom's cookbook. The stains and dog eared pages represent her love for cooking and when I thumb thru the pages I still feel her love. Missing you mom.