prettygirl1976's blog post - Memories of a Cookbook

Sometimes at night my sister and I would sit at our small kitchen table as my mom pulled out her Betty Crocker cook book. It was red, and pretty worn out-the front cover gone, but she used that thing a lot. It was never planned, and she would just make something for all of us to enjoy. One of my favorite things she made was Crepes, which I loved eating with grape jam. I still do to this day. Other things we would make were cookies. Cut outs, mostly at Christmas time, and the icing to decorate them.
According to myself and I’m sure a lot of other kids, to us Mom’s do everything best. Even older I’d ask my mom to make something, and would tell her “You make it better.” Even if I did it the exact same way she did, it would never turn out as good. I also liked the feeling of being taken care of, even though I could do it myself.
The last time I felt that way was last November. I had a Doctor’s appointment and went to visit my parents after. My mom made me pancakes. After I took a nap on their couch and she covered me up with a blanket and kissed my cheek. That is something I’ll never forget. I miss her terribly, but I know she is still with me, and I know I will always have those memories to enjoy.