Father’s Day weekend means I am in the kitchen making apple pie from scratch. Sometimes, if anyone else wants some pie, I end up making two–one for “Dad” and one for the rest of us.
I already had several bowls out for various other dishes that I was preparing for a Saturday Father’s Day dinner, so I reached for this vintage red and white Pyrex bowl that used to be my Grandma Davis’. I also have the small yellow and white one, but I have no idea whatever happened to the two in between.
I prepped the apples and placed them in this bowl to await the pie crusts being ready–they were chillin’–and realized that I was standing in my kitchen, using Grandma’s pie recipe and using her mixing bowl. No doubt she had used this very one to make many a pie.
That was such a sweet moment for me. Grandma passed away many years ago after battling Alzheimer’s–Mom passed only 2 years ago from the same horrible disease.
Mom actually shared the recipe in our family cookbook as “Mother’s Apple Pie” (she called her mom “Mother”). So this really was a double serendipitous moment.
Connections like these are important. They bind us to our families–earthly and beyond the veil–in ways we don’t even realize.
Looking forward to more moments like these.
Have a great Sunday.