Growing up, my dad did more cooking than my mom did. He would go into the kitchen and take a little of this, and a little of that and make something delicious. You wouldn't think you would have all the ingredients for a meal, but he could whip something up! My grandma (his mother) was like that too. I always loved being at her house, because I knew she was always going to make me fried eggs, (sunny side up) toast, and some sort of meat almost every day for breakfast...and she wouldn't just hand us the plate...she would say "you want me to mash your eggs for you"...and of course, we did. It made her feel special to "mash" the eggs for us so we could sop up the yolks with our toast...lol. I don't think I ever "mash" my eggs that I don't think about my grandma. Those two people influenced me and my cooking more than anyone else in my life.
When I was young and first married I wanted my grandmas recipe for meatloaf. I asked my dad for it. I lived here and they still lived in Idaho. My daddy wrote it down for me on a little piece of notebook paper. He wrote all his little personal notes on it to tell me just how I was supposed to mix it and how to make the sauce to go on top...and at the top it says "MOMS MEATLOAF" and mailed it to me. That was over 20 years ago and I still have that little ripped out peice of notebook paper. It has yellowed, has spatters on it...but that is one of my most sentimental things I have. It was written by my daddy, and it was my grandmas recipe. I have it tucked in the back of one of my favorite cookbooks and from time to time I will take it out and think of them both and smile. They are both gone now. My grandma died when I had just had my oldest daughter and my daddy died when he was 52. I was 27.
Both of my parents died at a young age, and I really have had a hard time with Mothers Day and Fathers Day. My mom was 49, she had a heart attack. My dad was 52 and had a cerebral aneurysm. They missed out on my kids growing, neither of them got to meet my twins. So holidays are bittersweet for us. I know if my parents were around, they would both want to be a part of this. My dad especially. This would of been right up his alley. He would of been trying to tell me how to cook it HIS way. lol. With Fathers day coming up, I wanted to share a little about my dad. I miss him every day and wish I had had more time with him.
I think I will have to make some of my grandmas meatloaf soon!
Happy Fathers Day to all you men!
When I was young and first married I wanted my grandmas recipe for meatloaf. I asked my dad for it. I lived here and they still lived in Idaho. My daddy wrote it down for me on a little piece of notebook paper. He wrote all his little personal notes on it to tell me just how I was supposed to mix it and how to make the sauce to go on top...and at the top it says "MOMS MEATLOAF" and mailed it to me. That was over 20 years ago and I still have that little ripped out peice of notebook paper. It has yellowed, has spatters on it...but that is one of my most sentimental things I have. It was written by my daddy, and it was my grandmas recipe. I have it tucked in the back of one of my favorite cookbooks and from time to time I will take it out and think of them both and smile. They are both gone now. My grandma died when I had just had my oldest daughter and my daddy died when he was 52. I was 27.
Both of my parents died at a young age, and I really have had a hard time with Mothers Day and Fathers Day. My mom was 49, she had a heart attack. My dad was 52 and had a cerebral aneurysm. They missed out on my kids growing, neither of them got to meet my twins. So holidays are bittersweet for us. I know if my parents were around, they would both want to be a part of this. My dad especially. This would of been right up his alley. He would of been trying to tell me how to cook it HIS way. lol. With Fathers day coming up, I wanted to share a little about my dad. I miss him every day and wish I had had more time with him.
I think I will have to make some of my grandmas meatloaf soon!
Happy Fathers Day to all you men!
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