To Remember and Thank

cinnamonrolls

Yesterday I wanted to make cinnamon rolls.  I have not made them since my Mother’s stroke when I knew they would have been very difficult for her to swallow and I couldn’t risk her choking.  I knew she would want a piece if I made them and I didn’t ever want to have her see them and not get one.  Momma made cinnamon rolls every week.  She loved them making them and eating them, as did our whole family.  When we were young Momma made more than one pan because friends and neighbors would find out she was baking and always ask her for a roll.  Her rolls, as compared to mine, were always much lighter and seemed to remain that way for more than a day or two.  They were heaven, just like some of her cookies.  Momma taught her self to bake and she was a very good teacher.

When I was young,  I often watched while she baked and I always wanted to learn.  One day when she was gone, I begged my sister to help me prepare to bake a cake.   She needed to check  if I had measured all the ingredients correctly.  I wasn’t too old, just around eight or nine years old.  I put the cake in the oven and almost forgot to take it out and my mixing method had never been perfected since I had never baked before. When Momma came home she smelled the cake.  It  burnt to a rubbery hockey puck.  She asked me what happened and finally I allowed her to see the cake.  After looking at it, she knelt and  hugged me, then gave me a kiss, wiped off the tears from my cheek and gently told me that if I wanted to learn to bake she would teach me.  From them on every Saturday was  a  lesson in baking.  With the patience only she could have and the amount of love in her heart,  she taught me all she knew.  Eventually,  I was professionally trained to cook and bake and the older I got I realized how much differently I think of baking and cooking.   To this day I bake like my Mother and it is far superior to any professionally baked product and I have proven that many time,s particularly when I owned a bakery.

And so, regardless of her never wanting to admit that she was instrumental in my food career, I shall  tell  you that she was and ask you to join me as I think of Momma and her wonderful baking–

To Remember and Thank!

I, with dusty socks, shirt and jeans and a rolling pin for specular,
hold court over soft butter, brown sugar, walnuts, raisins and danish dough.
As I bend slightly to roll the dough, I look up and and I see you —

Also bent slightly,  hands covered with flour as your palms
knead soft buttery dough that come will from the oven  as golden danish,
lined on tin pans as your own tin Soldiers,  scented of
cinnamon, mace and waiting to be enjoyed with a crock of country butter.

Neat rows on cooling racks were crispy, Ranger Cookies,
waiting for me to put them in the Cookie Jar or in my Tummy!!
Each week I watched in boyish curiosity as you baked,
watching in the hope that someday I could do the same.

On the kitchen table lay your handwritten cookbook.
Recipes with chocolate, nuts, caramel, sour cream and more.
Oh what a journey as we filtered our way through the pages
and now the the books lay on my counter, tattered, worn and loved.

Journeys made through your books today find you with in each page,
windows to your love and recipes of your treats to make.
Each recipe your hallmark passed on to me.
Each recipe returns to you Momma with my love and my thank you.

Advertisements

4 comments on “To Remember and Thank

  1. sparkle333 says:

    What beautiful (and delicious) memories. How compassionate and loving, gentle and kind your mother was with you, and what a treasure to have her recipes, and the lovely remembrances of baking with her. I want a cinnamon roll–they look SO good! Sparkle

    Like

    • fourchances says:

      Yes, you would have loved her cinnamon rolls and sparkle you woud have loved being around her because she would have adopted you–she was smart and could feel things like you grew up with. She adopted a lot of little ones as they grew and didn’t get much from their parents, but she also had a big heart with lots of room for my sister and I none the less.
      Take care, Frank

      Like

  2. lyndaspix says:

    Awwwwwwwwwww, that is so sweet! I remember my mom teaching me to make cookies and I made all of the family’s cookies after that for years! My favorites were, and still are, oatmeal raisin cookies!

    Hmmm, might be time to whip up a batch. 🙂

    Like

    • fourchances says:

      Linda, I think I could have a few oatmeal cookies. I was going to make a batch but I am way to big and must watch my calories!! Frank

      Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s