(or friend . . as I am not sure how many people will actually read this),
I have been thinking and thinking of what to blog about. THEN I realized that it's just easier to blog about whatever comes to my mind. Today I just want to share about one of my favorite things.. . .or maybe I should say a set of my favorite things. Allow me to back up a bit.
A while back my friend Sondra's Mom passed away. She had lived a long and full life. So full as a matter of fact that Sondra was left with the daunting task of cleaning out her mother's very full house. Francis was . . .well let's just say a collector. . .of EVERYTHING. This task would be a lot for Sondra alone so I decided to give her a hand. She had already set aside the few items she wanted to keep for herself and her children. The rest she decided to give away rather than haul it to her home in San Antonio. I was blessed with a few special items myself.
Of the items I acquired that day my most favorite is a set of Pyrex mixing bowls. They are pretty old (my guess is from the 50's). There are 4 of them each one a different color. Are they worth money?. . .probably, but they are worth MUCH more to me than that. They are special to me for many reasons.
I think that old kitchen items hold many memories. Memories of a Mom putting time, effort and yes even love in to the meals they make for their families. I don't know how much Francis used these mixing bowls. . .Sondra says she didn't cook all that much. I know that she DID enjoy the idea of cooking though, she had like three book shelves full of cook books. I guess that doesn't make much sense. Like I said, she collected things. Heck, she also had about 25 slips and yet I don't remember her wearing dresses all that much.
I am not sure if she bought the bowls for herself, received them as a gift, or just how she acquired them. .All I know is that I am thrilled to now call them my own. It was a special day the day I opened Francis' bottom kitchen cupboard and started pulling out all the thousands of items she had spent years packing in there. Because, there in the back were those beautiful colored mixing bowls. The minute I saw them I knew that not only did I want them, but that I would spend years putting time, effort, and yes even love into making many meals and memories with my family and Francis' colored mixing bowls.
Louise Brown once said:
"In the childhood memories of every good cook, there's a cozy kitchen, a warm stove, a simmering pot and a mom."
. . .and those are my thoughts exactly!
Until next time . . .happy mixing, and happy memories.