CrazyCatLady
Sous Chef
My sweet Mom left me with maybe 30+ cookbooks and a box full of letters she had saved from years of keeping in touch....the old-fashioned way.
I finally got the chance while down with the flu to read these letters again. Oh my! Such treasures!
In one, Mom was writing to an old high school friend in the 1970s (Mom was born in 1920, passed in 2002), and they shared a love of cooking. Her friend's name was Patty, and this is what she wrote after a lengthy discussion about chicken:
"Fran, no matter what anyone says, always remember this: She who dies with the most cookbooks wins. I have 12. How many do you have?"
I think Mom may have won that one.
Dawgluver, I saw your sig, "She who dies with the most toys, wins."
When I read that in the letter, I thought of you, and I wanted to share a little peek into my Mom and Patty.
I was joking about any issue, of course. I thought you might like to know that little part of the letter, Dawgluver. It struck me as something you'd like.
Big hugs....hope everyone's well tonight....love you all!
I finally got the chance while down with the flu to read these letters again. Oh my! Such treasures!
In one, Mom was writing to an old high school friend in the 1970s (Mom was born in 1920, passed in 2002), and they shared a love of cooking. Her friend's name was Patty, and this is what she wrote after a lengthy discussion about chicken:
"Fran, no matter what anyone says, always remember this: She who dies with the most cookbooks wins. I have 12. How many do you have?"
I think Mom may have won that one.
Dawgluver, I saw your sig, "She who dies with the most toys, wins."
When I read that in the letter, I thought of you, and I wanted to share a little peek into my Mom and Patty.
I was joking about any issue, of course. I thought you might like to know that little part of the letter, Dawgluver. It struck me as something you'd like.
Big hugs....hope everyone's well tonight....love you all!