PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays
Lord, it’d been five years, and she still missed her Grandma. She had loved Grandma, and Grandma had loved her, and all the other grandkids.
Grandma’s love had seemed to be wrapped in food – homemade candy and cookies, turkey and stuffing and gravy – all the good stuff. These were the last of her carefully rationed jars of Grandma’s dill pickles. If only she’d thought to get Grandma to teach her how to make them.
She could buy pickles at the store, but none tasted as good, and certainly none of them held the care and love that Grandma put in.
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Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.
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This is written with real love. I like “Grandma’s love had seemed to be wrapped in food”
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So many of our good times, and good memories, center around food and drink, especially with family. 🙂
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Beautiful I really enjoyed it✋
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I’ve enjoyed your visit and compliment. Let’s do it again later. 🙂
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A lovely thing to be remembered for. Delightful
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Things like odors, and tastes, can be great memory inducers and enhancers. 🙂
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I loved this and empathised a great deal. There are so many dishes my mother cooked which I didn’t bother to note at the time and will never be able to reproduce. Nicely done!
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Mothers, and Grandmothers, often cooked ‘organically’, with a pinch of this, and a dash of that, knowing by feel and smell, when it was right.
Even with some instruction, my wife has spent 40 years duplicating my Mother’s Scottish shortbreads. 🙂
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This is really well-done, Archon. Good treatment of bittersweet loss, mitigated by something rationed as a diminishing reminder. Yet, not overwrought with obvious emotion. 10/10
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Thank you sir. The 100-word limit keeps me from going too far astray. 😳
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Really sweet and tender story. Well done.
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What recipe, along with the love, are you passing on to the young’uns?? 😀
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My Grandma Millie’s famous cinnamon rolls, for one. There’s also a great dish called Meatball Oven Dish. Deeeelicious, came down from my paternal grandmother.
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A lovely word picture. My late mother often made a wonderful pudding called Dutch apple cake. I never thought to ask her how she made it taste so delicious and I have never been able to quite recreate it.
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Even if you can’t recreate Mom’s Dutch apple cake, perhaps there’s something that you make well, and can pass to younger generations. I decry and deplore the loss of quantity and quality of home food making with the increase of eating out, and commercially prepared food. I saw a man with a $12 tray of vegetables at Costco, today. Go home and cut up some carrots, cucumbers and cauliflower yourself for a quarter of the cost.
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Showing your mushy side – I like it 😉
So many memories are wrapped in food, eh? Loved this…
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I’ve become a purveyor of nostalgia. Maybe I’m hanging around with the wrong crowd. 😉 Now, where’s my ‘Grumpy?’ And you kids get off my lawn. 🙂
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Too late… we know you’re in there… 😉
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I like your take on the prompt, picking up on the jars rather than the bird. You give us a warm portrait of a loving grandmother.
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I wasn’t sure what that was, outside the window, until after I composed my story. Quail are not common in my area. But I do recognise food, and Grandmas who spoil us with it. 🙂
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