8.17.10 § 7 Comments
I admit that going this long without a blog post has been irresponsible of me. But I’ll also admit that after making an unexpected trip home to New Mexico to see an ailing grandmother (who I thankfully got to see before it was too late) and dealing with the aftermath of a death that rocked my family, I have not felt much like writing. And although I have felt like cooking, I haven’t been doing much of that either. Funny how food magically appears after a loved one dies.
Tomorrow, I’m heading back up to New York after the longest stay in my hometown for quite some time. But tonight, before I leave, my mom and I have decided to whip up a batch of Mimi’s brownies. While we weren’t able to find her recipe box (that is an unsolved mystery that I’m about to hire a private detective to sort out), my mom had her own handwritten copy of that well-loved recipe, which I grew up on.
The brownies are in the oven as I type, making the kitchen smell heavenly. I think the thing that is the hardest to deal with is that mom and I will both get to eat two corner pieces—the ones my grandmother liked the best and that we all used to fight over. I will always fight for the corner brownies.
Thanks Mimi, for teaching me that food is love. And family. You’ll be missed.