Today I am in the kitchen cooking and making pies in preparation for our pilgrimage up to Buffalo, NY to spend Thanksgiving with Jim's family.
But it is my family I am thinking of today. As I bake my pumpkin pies, using the same simple Libbys, Libbys, Libbys on the label, label, label recipe that my grandmother used. My grandmother baked those pies and then lovingly prepped them for transport. She then travelled five hours on a Greyhound bus up the coast of California to spend the holiday with us.
My grandmother baked from love and she would never show up for a holiday empty handed, even if it meant riding the road communally with pies in tow.
Grandma today I am making your pies and tomorrow I will travel with them. I miss you Grandma. I love you.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Greyhounds and Grandmas
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Miss you Liz…take bite for me….On Thursday, I shall be thankful that you were a part of my life. You brought me back into paper arts and changed my life.
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