Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Sometimes I wonder how my brother and I have such different memories of our mom. We were raised together but totally recall the past very different. Tonight he posted a recipe he said mom use to make, I do not ever remember her making it. I'm sure she must have cooked it but why don't I remember? Makes me sad to think I'm forgetting some of the past. Sure wish I had wrote down more of her history including recipes and such. I remember my dad always saying you can't redo your past, he sure hit that one out of the ballpark! I need to find a few old recipes dad made as well. I would like to put together a cookbook of family favorites for my boys. Just so they could have a taste of the past. Of course right now it might not mean much to them but later on it might.