Stupid oatmeal cookies....oh my tummy ache

I miss my Grandmother this week terribly. Last night I cooked some chocolate oatmeal cookies and maybe that stirred these emotions. That woman could cook! Pretty sure Sarah Lee and Betty Crocker learned everything they knew from her. At Christmas she would practically lock herself in the kitchen and make every type of pie and cake you could think of - seriously. One Christmas my sister and I counted 13 pies and I forget how many cakes; besides the only one I cared about was her Italian Cream Cake. Yes, it was painful. I would wear my sweat pants to Christmas dinner - I knew that cake would be there and I knew there was no way I would walk away without eating at least three pieces. After Grandmama's Christmas dinner our family did not go outside and play football like you see in the movies - oh heck no. The only tackling we did was to move everyone out of your way so you could get the comfie couch first. Nap time was the right time. It was quite entertaining to see everyone waddling as fast as they could towards the couches and chairs. Those were the days though - I was dancing and a cheerleader so those dinners didn't set me back for long. But now - oh man I think I just gain three pounds just thinking about that cake.

Sometimes I wish I had paid more attention when she was cooking, I was just so mesmorized - it was hard to think about what she was doing, I was just watching her "paint her masterpiece." She wasn't a dainty woman by any stretch of the imagination - she was kind of a tomboy. Use to hunt and skin whatever she killed for dinner. Didn't bother her nary-a-bit as she would say. Of course she came from a HUGE family and they needed that food to survivie. Her first date with my grandfather was squirrel hunting.

I love you and miss you Grandmama...thank you for being in my life and giving me such wonderful memories.

If she were here right now, I would hold hand and ask her about her childhood. We never think they will leave and when they do, they leave a place in our hearts that will never quite be the same.