In December, my grandfather passed away. He lived 92 very full years and was surrounded by family and good friends. I’m so grateful that my son had the opportunity to spend so much quality time with him. I know that he has many fond memories of his Pop Pop, as do I.
Now, If you’ve read my About page, you’ll know that I’m self proclaimed recipe hoarder. Somehow, someway I end up walking away from every gathering, trip to the grocery store, dentist or salon with recipes. Sometimes they are scribbled on the backs of envelopes, on paper plates or in my check book. Sometimes, they aren’t even recipes – just a list of ingredients. And, if I’m lucky, I even score bona fide recipe cards – complete with a recipe!
You’re probably wondering where I’m going with all of this. Well, my grandfather’s wake was no different from most other functions I’m at. Here I was, standing between my mother and my sister in the receiving line (I’m not even sure if that’s what you call it at a wake), when one of my parent’s friends comes through. And, wouldn’t you know it…he hands me a recipe card with his wife’s Rum Cake recipe!
