You will probably never guess
I just got home moments ago,back from the grocery store.
And there, I picked up something
that I could hardly wait to get home
and get a piece of.
Now, here's the shocking part.
It made me think of mom.
I 'lost' my mother several years ago.
She died after being in a coma for several months.
Her illness and passing were difficult
both for me and my sister,
as you can imagine.
Unfortunately, this is something that most of us
have to endure at some point in our life.
As we all know, death is the ending of life.
Tragic, but it's only natural and inevitable.
What I got at the store today, reminded me of my mom
and my childhood. Most of our pre-teen years,
my sister and I, grew up next to a field and woods.
Yes, I know, somewhat surprising to some of you,
regarding your imagination of New Jersey.
Well, regardless, during the summer, there was an
abundance of fresh wild blackberries.
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I used to take a 5 gallon pail into the field
along the edge of the woods and pick berries for hours.
By the time I would get home,
my hands and mouth were stained blue-black
("3 for the bucket and one for me"... )
and the pail was full of those luscious berries.
Now, I admit, that I now know that my mom was not a good cook.
Don't get me wrong, at that time I THOUGHT she
was a good cook.
But, that was clearly, because I didn't know any better.
It wasn't until years later, when I dated great cooks,
when I learned the difference.
My mom's idea of a great meal, was one that got her out
of the kitchen quickly.
When microwaves were invented, my mom probably wanted to
award the inventor with a Nobel Peace Prize.
But, my sister and I didn't know any better at the time.
We had little experience to compare her cooking to.
Nonetheless, my mom saw all those free blackberries
as an good opportunity.
So, she froze some of the berries for use on pancakes
(which my dad most frequently made on the weekend),
some of the berries were made into preserves,
and most of the berries were baked into pies.
Some of those pies were frozen too.
Which sort of brings me full circle to today.
I came home today from the store with a blackberry pie.
After I sliced a nice big piece and took my first bite, naturally I instantly thought of mom.
Which I feel is quite appropriate, considering the day.
I hope your Mother's Day was just as sweet.
Comments (8)
My mom made the best biscuts and gravy you ever tasted...And yes we too had blackberry cobbler.....I miss her.....
I hope your Mother's Day was a good one.
Thanks.
My mother taught me my first knowledge about cooking. And I am very glad I remember and learned what she taught by heart. Love you Mama.
Here mulberries are something entirely different.
Indeed, they are much milder in flavor and grow on trees;
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I love my mom so much.
and am a mother too.i feel bad cause i cant cook well for my son.
but i hope my son will love me forever and always remember me when i gone.
once again, a very nice thought you had!