Mimi’s Brownies

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.