Day 21 – A Recipe

One of my fondest memories is baking with my Nanny.

I can picture it like it was yesterday. She’d ask me what I wanted to make. When I shook my head, she’d say with a smile, “Part of the fun is choosing.” With that, she’d pull out her recipe box. Together, we’d look through the recipes. “MMM,” we’d say together. “That sounds good.”

When cancer invaded her life, she asked me, “What would you like to have to remember me by?”

Unlike picking what to bake, choosing was not fun, but it was easy.

I still have Nanny’s recipe box. There are days when I don’t bake, but pull it down out of the cupboard and open it up. I can almost hear her say, “Part of the fun is choosing.” I love looking through the recipes and remembering moments we shared together.

I can’t pick just one of them to share.