Small Town Simple

The Simplicity Adventures of a Mother and Daughter

Coming From the Kitchen

Small Town Simple

Some days just beg for a little something extra from the kitchen.  Maybe it is in the form of a celebration.  Or possibly it provides a little extra dose of comfort.  For me?  I simply love the rhythm of the kitchen.  The clink of dishes, the sound of beeping, telling me something is ready.  And I thoroughly enjoy pulling a chair over for my grandson to stand on and together we make a meal that slows us down and invites conversation while I listen to that sweet little fella tell my daughter, “We made good food for you, Mama!”

Meals together like these remind me of my own grandmother’s meals.  She was always delighted we were sharing her table.  Grandma always offered her best – a feast, even in its simplicity.  The tea was sweet, the catfish and okra were fried and the black-eyed peas were fresh.  We shared and laughed and talked.  My sister and I could make her laugh until she cried, “Oh, you girls!”

All of these moments represent lovely times.  Some live in my memories.  Some are as recent as last weekend.  Either way, we gather around our meals, we slow down and laugh.  Instead of being the grandchild I am now the grandmother.  I don’t regret the inevitable passage of time.  My grandson and I still have much to do – pat that cookie dough, break up those long pieces of spaghetti and fill the muffin cups.  Our kitchens.  A place of celebration.  A place of comfort.  Definitely a place of love.

“This is my invariable advice to people: Learn how to cook- try new recipes, learn from your mistakes, be fearless, and above all have fun!”   Julia Child

Enjoy the simplicity of your day!


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