I’m spending a night away from my busy life. It’s like suspending reality. I get to forget that there are children to be collected, or meals to be cooked. Tonight I am just me, not a wife or a mother, just tric.
I am visiting home, my childhood home. Today I got to spend the whole day, with my mom and some of my family. It has been perfect. We didn’t lunch in a fancy restaurant, or go out and about, instead we ate the nicest lunch I could have wished for and sat chatting at length in my moms kitchen for the rest of the day.
Earlier today I read an article in the newspaper. It was written by a food blogger who writes the blog Wholesome Ireland. What she wrote really struck a chord with me. Her article stated that we don’t need celebrity chefs to teach us to cook, we learn as we grow, from our mothers and peers.
My mother is a wonderful cook. She loves to try new recipes and as an octogenarian, is not afraid to try new things. For today’s lunch we enjoyed a salmon and leek pie, with a variety of salads it was deliarticlesAs I sat savouring every morsel I was reminded of Caitriona’s article. Two of my children have gone away to college, and both can confidently cook. If I were to take the article on board that would mean I did my job well. However as I listened to my mom enthuse over her pie, and lament the fact that the tasty home made apple pie was not as good as last weeks, I wondered why it was that I do not enjoy cooking? From my earliest years I can remember my mother cooking and baking, and I often baked along side her. Happy memories of happy times. Yet today cooking for me is a chore.
However that article has given me fresh hope. I have decided that my mother did her job well, too well. How could I ever live up to those standards? My hope now is that I have done my job badly, so there are no high standards to live up to. I am hoping that in years to come my children will discover their grandmothers passion for cooking, and they can continue to feed me when visiting them to the same standard I’ m used to when visiting my mom.
So tomorrow when I return to my busy life I won’t be too upset if they don’t like what I produce for dinner. Instead I will see it as an investment in their future. How great a mom am I?
**** I would have posted a link to the newspaper article but I am trying to post this on my mothers iPad (yes her iPad!) and it has taken me forever. So apologies!