lost and found
{snippets and stories #3}
you must have known how to can dill pickles, but just like your molasses cookies, no one has the recipe.
over the years, those cookies have become legendary, tasting far better in all our minds than they ever did in real life.
it should be an easy thing, to replicate a common recipe, but nothing ever tastes as good as memory.
that’s always the missing ingredient.
you were a little bit hard but your cookies were always soft.
you always had oranges and wintergreen lotion to soothe your tired nurse feet.
all my memories of you smell like starch and nostalgia.
and i always walk away feeling hungry.
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August 15th, 2015 at 11:25 am
This is unbelievably gorgeous. My favorite part is the hanging “tasting far.”
August 15th, 2015 at 3:10 pm
I am smiling at the old recipes that moms used to make. And yeah, there were no recipes – and even still they dont taste the same.
Elephant ears – I can not find an elephant ear like the ones I ate growing up. They were such a treat.
August 15th, 2015 at 4:06 pm
oh i know what you mean… reminded my of my grandma and granddad… so often specific dishes or scents are connected so much with a special person… so moving..
August 23rd, 2015 at 3:30 am
and me, my grandma, too ~