#motherdaughter
Two things about my mother. One, she was an absolutely fantastic cook*. Two, she passed away at age 61, a couple years before my daughter was born.
K was born on my mother’s birthday, in the 4th week of July. It has been an interesting experience watching her grow and seeing how many things she has in common with my mother. One of the first recipes she was ever able to make ‘on her own’ as a kid was deviled eggs. Once you’ve peeled the eggs, it’s just mashing up the yolks with mayo and some spices, then spooning them back inside the whites. Once she finished a batch and I tested one. I kid you not, spontaneous tears sprang to my eyes. She had achieved the *exact* flavor of my mother’s deviled eggs. It just hit me, y’know? Ever since then, whenever K makes them, she always asks me “Just like Grandma’s?”
There’s a batch of deviled eggs in the fridge, the first we’ve made this summer. They are savory and very good.
* Also she was very consistent, so her recipes tasted the same every time. I’m a decent cook, but I tend to do things a little different every time.