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Stan
October 27, 2021
I've heard it said that real cooks cook by feel. After reading this I'm filled with memories of my Oma who passed away over 25 years ago. I'm making this cake tonight.
gail
September 1, 2017
This is one of the sweetest posts I've ever read.. Thankyou so much for sharing....
Carren S.
September 1, 2017
What a beautiful and loving tribute to your grandmother -- and through association, to all the readers' loved ones whose memories we hold dear. Just beautiful. You should think of submitting this piece to some other publication so that others beyond this site have the opportunity to read this piece. It is so beautifully written and so poignant!! It clearly resonates for many. Thank you. I will most definitely try this recipe!
Belaine
September 1, 2017
I write this with tears in my eyes remembering my Nanna's Carrot Pudding she made for Christmas and Thanksgivings. She and mom saved coffee cans to steam them in. She made a sauce to cover it as well heated of course. I too am blessed with her recipe card. Nanna suffered Alzheimer's as well. I remember talking to her on the phone once and she said, oh dear I must go my phone is ringing! Long before cell phones. Thanks for memories.
Serena B.
September 1, 2017
Lovely story, it brought me to tears. As a lover of carrot cake, I will definitely try your grandma's recipe, and will think about her story as an extra dose of sweetness and warmth. Thank you for sharing.
Carolyn T.
March 11, 2017
What a very sweet story about your Mom Mom. Brought tears to my eyes. I sent this post to a friend of mine, who has been baking another carrot cake recipe (9x13 pan, heavy type). I never thought she'd even try another recipe, but the story got her going. She made it, she and friends all thought it was the BEST carrot cake ever - and will be replacing her decades-old version. She made it again a few days ago (and I got to have some) and I agree. What a cake, and what a sweet story. Thank you!
Mary C.
March 11, 2017
Carolyn, thank you so much for the kind words and for sharing the story and recipe with your friend. It makes my heart swell knowing this cake is being enjoyed among friends!
pam
February 28, 2017
My Mom's Irish bread recipe: so huge it required a special loaf pan, much longer than a traditional bread pan. A simple recipe that she'd gotten from a neighbor who was Irish- but she made it so often I think of it as hers.
A beautiful tribute to your Mom Mom, by the way. The special name you referred to her as is the same as my daughter-in-law's grandmother, a woman she loves deeply who has just passed away. Thank you for your memories...
A beautiful tribute to your Mom Mom, by the way. The special name you referred to her as is the same as my daughter-in-law's grandmother, a woman she loves deeply who has just passed away. Thank you for your memories...
Mary C.
March 11, 2017
Thank you, Pam. Memory is a beautiful and powerful thing, and for those reasons, it's tragic when it's lost. Thank goodness for recipes and stories!
Sue D.
February 13, 2017
My Grandmother cooked from what she had and never used a recipe. It's my favorite way to cook but, the drawback is, you rarely have the same thing twice which is my husby's biggest gripe. My Grandmother-in-law has numerous hand written recipe cards I found in a box over 30 years ago. Not a baker myself, I've never make any of them. Your story makes me want to go home bake! Thank you. Such a sweet story and thank you for sharing it.
Mary C.
March 11, 2017
Aw, I'm so happy this inspires you to go home and bake. I don't have much of a sweet tooth nor am I much of a baker, but there are exceptions--this recipe being one. I hope you find a new favorite among the handwritten cards!
Mary M.
February 12, 2017
What a wonderful tribute to your beloved grandmother. My grandmother was a marvelous "country" cook from central Texas, and being a widow with three children during the Depression, she was most resourceful...making her own jellies and pickles from things grown in her garden or picked in the wild. She died suddenly when I was in high school, and one of my biggest regrets is that I did not pay super close attention when she was cooking; however, I often feel like she is looking over my shoulder when I cook. I have managed to replicate her fried chicken and cream gravy, peach cobbler, banana fritters, rum cake and other family favorites. I have papayas growing in my yard (she never did), and I made papaya jam for the first time last month, and it was great. As soon as figs come back in season, I will attempt her fig preserves, which are about as close to heaven as you can get. My uncle referred to her kitchen as "the fattening pen" for good reason. No one EVER went away hungry.
Saffron3
February 12, 2017
Very lovely image story. Thank you for being and for your Mom Mom.
For me, many foods carry memory. I particularly like my Mother's Sloppy Joe, and also chilled pickled beets with onions and boiled eggs.
And last, this is beautiful writing. Folks can ponder over such finery.
"I don’t know if anyone has ever hypothesized or written about the correlation between nostalgia and a haunting, but I would bet that the two are synonymous, or at least closely connected. A haunting is uninvited. So maybe that means nostalgia is when we invite the ghost into ourselves."
For me, many foods carry memory. I particularly like my Mother's Sloppy Joe, and also chilled pickled beets with onions and boiled eggs.
And last, this is beautiful writing. Folks can ponder over such finery.
"I don’t know if anyone has ever hypothesized or written about the correlation between nostalgia and a haunting, but I would bet that the two are synonymous, or at least closely connected. A haunting is uninvited. So maybe that means nostalgia is when we invite the ghost into ourselves."
Bill S.
February 12, 2017
Thanks for your beautiful story. I was missing my Mom today, and dragged out her hand-written "Family Recipes" book. Making Chicken Casserole- a real throwback to the '60's as the recipe calls for a can of cream of chicken soup, Hellman's mayonnaise, water chestnuts, a can of crescent rolls, and CANNED sliced mushrooms! Ha! I just had to update it a little, but looking forward to enjoying it and having some good memories of her. 💕
Mary C.
March 11, 2017
I LOVE any variation of the casserole you speak of--canned mushrooms and all! I do hope eating it brought back good memories of your mom!
Caz W.
February 12, 2017
Shed a tear over this, lovely story. My father passed with Alzheimer’s disease and it's a terrible disease which literally takes the soul of your loved ones. I love Carrot Cake so will have to try this out.
Mary C.
March 11, 2017
Alzheimer's absolutely takes the soul of your loved ones. I'm so sorry you lost your father to it. If you do try the carrot cake, I hope it brings you happiness.
cm
February 12, 2017
Mary Catherine Tee:
I've seen places that will take a hand written recipe and copy it on a plaque or even a dish towel. In the exact handwriting! I'm not selling these or anything, however I am going to have my mother in laws split pea soup recipe on a plaque. She also had Alzheimer's.
Google it or look on Etsy for custom recipe plaques or dish towels. Price is usually around $50. It's a lovely keepsake to display in your kitchen. Since I'm not the seller, I was hesitant to attach a link, but Etsy have several people who do this.
I've seen places that will take a hand written recipe and copy it on a plaque or even a dish towel. In the exact handwriting! I'm not selling these or anything, however I am going to have my mother in laws split pea soup recipe on a plaque. She also had Alzheimer's.
Google it or look on Etsy for custom recipe plaques or dish towels. Price is usually around $50. It's a lovely keepsake to display in your kitchen. Since I'm not the seller, I was hesitant to attach a link, but Etsy have several people who do this.
Mary C.
March 11, 2017
Thank you so much for telling me about this. I just looked it up on Etsy--I've never seen them before, and I'm totally going to get some made. They'll make perfect gifts for my family, too!
Food52, that might be a good addition to your own store!
Food52, that might be a good addition to your own store!
Katharine M.
February 11, 2017
We make Grandma's Sausage and Egg Casserole for Christmas breakfast every year.
Carolyn K.
February 9, 2017
My Mom's strudel, complete with lovingly hand stretched dough. My paternal Oma's Linzer Torte and Almond crescents. All are obligatory for any and all family gatherings/simchas
Doug R.
February 9, 2017
If you ask anyone in my family old enough to remember, it's my grandmother's cinnamon rolls. She baked all her own bread every week for years, and the cinnamon rolls always got made at the same time. Unfortunately, I never got her cinnamon roll recipe.
Flash forward to when grandpa died 20 years after grandma. When we cleaned out the house, my sisters grabbed grandma's old, beat-up, first edition (first printing, even!) Betty Crocker cookbook. As I started leafing through it, I got to the egg noodle recipe...it was the same one I had on a recipe card from grandma! And the dumplings, and...and...could it be?
I knew I was right when my wife made a batch of cinnamon rolls from that cookbook from my dad. The smile on his face and the nod said it all.
Flash forward to when grandpa died 20 years after grandma. When we cleaned out the house, my sisters grabbed grandma's old, beat-up, first edition (first printing, even!) Betty Crocker cookbook. As I started leafing through it, I got to the egg noodle recipe...it was the same one I had on a recipe card from grandma! And the dumplings, and...and...could it be?
I knew I was right when my wife made a batch of cinnamon rolls from that cookbook from my dad. The smile on his face and the nod said it all.
Renee G.
February 9, 2017
I took my mother's Pecan Pie to her in the nursing home 2 wks before she died. I never saw anyone attack something with such joy and gust. So glad I took it.
Mary C.
February 9, 2017
Attacking anything with joy and gust is all anyone can ever hope and dream for, no?! Pecan pie definitely warrants both. :-)
Kayley N.
February 9, 2017
Thank you for sharing your Mom Mom's story. My father-in-law died this past September from early onset Alzheimer's. He was a Palestinian refugee who came to the US in 1969, and one of the ways we figured out something was dangerously wrong was when he left the tahini out while making hummus but didn't realize he did it. I look forward to trying this wonderful family recipe of yours!
Mary C.
February 9, 2017
:-( It's wretched isn't it? My stomach sinks to my feet when I think about the moment anyone who's cognitively aware realizes there's something terribly wrong with their loved one. I'm sorry for your loss. And when you try this recipe, I hope you enjoy it and are able to share it with those you love!
Diane H.
February 9, 2017
My families recipes for canning chilli sauce and mustard pickles. The original recipe came from my gramma and her sisters. I try to recreate it every summer and as I make it, memories of family dinners, playing with cousins and drinking cocoa and eating cookies in grammars tiny kitchen, while the adults made the chilli sauce and cut the veggies for mustard pickles. That kitchen smelled like heaven!
Amy L.
February 8, 2017
I wish I had the recipe for my Meema's Strawberry Rhubarb pie. She thickened it with tapioca pearls. I should start testing recipes, see if I can find something that come close.
Mary C.
February 9, 2017
Tapioca pearls as a pie thickener--great idea. I bet when you taste the 'right' recipe, you'll know immediately. The 50s and 60s were fond of tapioca. Maybe you can find some guidance in a vintage cookbook. Please post it on Food52 when you get it down!
Brian H.
February 8, 2017
What a wonderful story about your grandmother and how she touched your life. Unfortunately my grandmother has passed on from the devastating effects of Alzheimer's also. Reading your story made me go back to my childhood and the summers that I spent in California with my grandparents and the jelly's and homemade tapioca pudding she made special for me. Thank you for your story, sharing the recipe I can't wait to make mom mom's carrot cake.
Mary C.
February 9, 2017
Brian, I'm sorry to hear you lost your grandmother to the awful disease, too. It's wonderful that you have good memories of her still. And YUM--homemade tapioca pudding! I hope those fond memories endure for years to come.
The I.
February 8, 2017
I have been a passionate cook from the age of seven because of my gorgeous, Italian Grandma Manocchio (Maria or Mary to others). Watching her move through the kitchen was captivating to me even as a child. I would sit perched on a stool, listening to her charming chatter, her laughter and taking in the most delicious aromas I have ever known to this day. I lost my beautiful grandma to both dementia and congestive heart failure one year ago yesterday. She was 93. Her love of cooking and sharing it with me was the most precious gift she bestowed upon me because she lives on through it....through the way I share my love for others through cooking. I will be trying this very lovely, nostalgic recipe!
Mary C.
February 9, 2017
You painted such a lovely picture of your Grandma Manocchio. Thank you for sharing! Bestowing the love of cooking really is the best gift because it continues to give years (and generations, even) after a loved one has passed. What a treasure.
amysarah
February 8, 2017
Lovely piece, and will definitely try your grandmother's carrot cake. Sounds perfect.
This really strikes a note with me - my mother died of complications of Alzheimer's 2 yrs ago. She too was an amazing lifelong cook – a major way we knew she was really 'going' was her confusion in the kitchen (serious safety issues there too.) When we moved her to assisted living, she was still intact enough that having no 'real' kitchen (just a microwave and fridge) was demoralizing. We felt awful – like we were undermining her already fragile identity - even though she clearly needed to be there. By the time we had to move her to an AD facility, her cognition was severely impaired, but I'd still regularly bring her favorite foods - her own recipes, her favorite Chinese take-out lunch, her mother's rugelach. She really enjoyed it and in those moments I felt a brief, but distinct, glimpse of 'her' coming through. Maybe she was just reacting to the tasty food and it was mostly in my own mind…but that's where her true and full ‘self’ was alive anyway. I still feel most connected to her in the kitchen – and as you say, it’s indeed a very happy haunting.
This really strikes a note with me - my mother died of complications of Alzheimer's 2 yrs ago. She too was an amazing lifelong cook – a major way we knew she was really 'going' was her confusion in the kitchen (serious safety issues there too.) When we moved her to assisted living, she was still intact enough that having no 'real' kitchen (just a microwave and fridge) was demoralizing. We felt awful – like we were undermining her already fragile identity - even though she clearly needed to be there. By the time we had to move her to an AD facility, her cognition was severely impaired, but I'd still regularly bring her favorite foods - her own recipes, her favorite Chinese take-out lunch, her mother's rugelach. She really enjoyed it and in those moments I felt a brief, but distinct, glimpse of 'her' coming through. Maybe she was just reacting to the tasty food and it was mostly in my own mind…but that's where her true and full ‘self’ was alive anyway. I still feel most connected to her in the kitchen – and as you say, it’s indeed a very happy haunting.
Mary C.
February 9, 2017
Thank you for both your kind words and for sharing your story about your mother. Alzheimer's is horrific because it robs one's spirit, starting with losing the ability to do the things one loves by mandate and eventually by faculty. But then there are these glimpses like you spoke of: "She really enjoyed it and in those moments I felt a brief, but distinct, glimpse of 'her' coming through." I wholeheartedly believe in food/taste memory and its ability to conjure something familiar and lovely. Like when we'd visit the nursing home and people who didn't know themselves from Adam, yet they were able to sing songs from their past. I just know in my bones food works that way, too.
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