Looking around the world today, it is apparent that I am an anomaly that was born in the wrong era. Either that or today's society has veered off the path in such an enormously detrimental way. It is sad when today's children have no concept of where food comes from...thinking the grocery store can or box is the only way to cook. And don't forget the requisite microwave. I got rid of mine several years ago for a few important reasons...you can do your own research...and shockingly I am still able to cook
Back to this morning. Over the Thanksgiving holiday, I went back to my hometown for some much needed Daddy time. We popped over to my Grandparents home that is currently being used primarily for storage until decisions are made regarding what to do with it. The main reason for popping in there was to gather some ancient Mason jars Daddy thought I would like to have. YES!!! Standing in the kitchen brought back a flood of memories...it always does. As we turned to leave, Wes spotted the cast iron skillet. Oh my goodness!, the number of meals that thing has produced is mind boggling. "Daddy, can I have it, please, please, please???"
So, this morning as I am frying up some bacon to have with breakfast and to crumble on our lunch of corn chowder...Granny was in the kitchen with me again. But this time, she is by MY side...always in my heart and in my hands as I care for the people I love.