There it sits. Forgotten. Up on the top shelf of the old hutch in my kitchen. The patina on the wood mellowing more with each passing year. I have no idea how old it is. It isn’t marked. It’s just old.
It belonged to my mother. Mom left this earth to be with my dad in 2008. Two days later, she was buried on her 84th birthday. She so missed my dad.
Thumbing through it is like going on a treasure hunt. Recipes from Mom’s friends. Recipes in Mom’s handwriting and others dotted in Mom’s handwriting as she put her own spin on them. I guess that’s where I learned it.
One recipe from a friend is for Ozzie Nelson’s cheesecake. If you don’t know who Ozzie is, you’re waaaaay younger than I am! 😉
There are recipes from magazines and newspapers. One handwritten recipe from me for yummy butter icing. I don’t even remember ever making it.
Though not written down in her recipe box, Mom had recipes for all of life, even though she probably wouldn’t have known that she did. I knew. And so did my two sisters and one brother.
Her recipe for priorities has always been spot on…
* First, God.
* Next, husband.
* Then, children.
Mom’s spiritual recipe: her two favorite verses she quoted so often…
* “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” (Phil. 4:13 NKJV)
* “And my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus.” (Phil. 4:19 NKJV)
And Mom’s recipes for life? She always…
* exhibited a loving, giving relationship with my dad. I don’t remember them ever arguing. I do remember Mom rolling her eyes on occasion. 😉
* presented herself as a true lady. A true godly lady. And everyone called her that. She was well respected.
* loved to teach the very young in Sunday School. They all loved her and never missed a chance to see her at church when they grew older and came back for a visit.
* had open arms and a ready hug for everyone.
Mom’s recipe for afternoons? Tea and a little something to go with it! She loved her tea. Sometimes, I would go in the afternoon and share a cup of tea with her. I wish I had done it more often. 🙁
Her recipe for being silly? She loved to chew ground coffee. When I was young, Mom would sometimes take a taste of coffee grounds as she fixed a pot of coffee for dinner. Invariably, someone knocked on the door and she would have to smile with grounds stuck in her teeth!
And whenever she cooked potatoes for dinner, she always cut off a chunk, salted it, and gave it to me to eat. Gosh, I haven’t done that in years!
Her recipe for secret giving, which wasn’t all that secret? She loved to save her change, especially quarters and even dollar bills. When she had saved a good chunk, she blessed one of her children or grandchildren with her savings.
Mom’s recipe for friendship? Loving her friends. She had tons of friends, friends from church and from several groups. Everyone loved her back.
Her recipe for herself? She wrote tons of notes to herself. Bible verses. Thoughts. Notes from sermons. Anything that would help her grow spiritually.
Maybe all Mom’s recipes aren’t be found in her recipe box, but they are found in my heart.
So, do you have any sort of recipes from your mom?
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