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!