Doesn’t always have expected outcomes. Like the basement at Grandma’s house. Her house is a ceiling fan shop, but parts of it still have that same musty-dusty-rusty old smell. It isn’t as scary.
Family dynamics–I’m still my mother’s child even as a middle-aged adult. As such with the extended family, I carry the sins of both being that young brash arrogant know-it-all twenty something, and the sins of my mother’s rebelliousness. Since I’ve never been a member of the “IN” crowd, I’m finding working with ‘the family’ an exercise in frustration and a bit of heartache.
Seeking a bit of comfort, I made a recipe of my mother’s. This is sorta a laugh as she was not a good cook. Thank goodness my sister is awesome. I made jalapeno cheese grits casserole, but it wasn’t the same as I remember. Still, visiting that part of the past was delicious!
The key words being “working with the family”. Courageous of you to try and find humor in the process. I’m about to be 55 and there are still “places” I won’t go – literally and figuratively. And the casserole sounded wonderful. Have a good day.
Thanks, Debbie!
It has been a good day–my son called.
Yeah, family.
I think someone should post the jalapeno cheese grits recipe w/pics on the blog . . . or you could just send it to me!
Actually, I dread the day when the family has to go through my mom’s things. She is supposed to be putting tags on everything that is to go to specific people, but I can see it getting really ugly.
My grandma labeled everything with the name of the intended recipient. Saved a lot of hassle. There were some mild disagreements but the labels spoke for themselves and grandma. She would have found a way to get even if anyone went against her wishes. As such, I have service for 12 of her Homer Laughlin Virginia Rose. Every once in a while, I get out a delicate cup and saucer and have “tea with cream like the English”.
Loved her and still miss her. May I please have the grits recipe?
How smart your grandmother was.
Homer Laughlin! Wow what a great set.
I have Fiesta from HL. Wish I had gotten my grandmother’s dishes.
My mother did a few things and that helped. Still there were hurt feelings that caused a couple years long rift.
I caused the hurt as well as letting life get the better of me. After Daddy died so suddenly, the pain rose so viciously. My life had been turned inside out, then the stuff didn’t matter.
The ugly from my GRANDMOTHER! still exists. Makes me sad for her grandchildren and great grands. A once close family…..