A fellow blogger was talking about how a song or a piece of music made her think of certain people…
It happens to me when I’m cooking sometimes…
like today…
I cooked green cabbage and baked Idaho potatoes…
Cabbage just cut in wedges… boiled with a little water… salt/pepper… a little sugar and butter…
I cook until tender not stirring much… because I like the wedges of the cabbage to remain whole…
Baked potatoes with salt/pepper and I admit a lot of butter!…
Nothing else… it was the midday meal… and I couldn’t have eaten anything that tasted better…
Every time I start to cook cabbage a memory of a friend’s Mother comes to the surface…
I would be visiting and that simmering cabbage and big bowl of homemade mashed potatoes would be set on the table… sometimes cornbread baked in an iron skillet…
We dipped right out of the pan that the cabbage had been cooked in…
I never tasted anything as good! …
and didn’t realize that’s probably all there was to eat…
Maybe that’s why… what I cooked today… tasted so wonderful…
It wasn’t the food… it was the good memory…
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