Sharing recipes and life lessons from the special women who have forged our path to Monday Lunch.
Meet Grandma Bobbie
As I stood in my kitchen rolling each of the meatballs by hand, I found myself thinking of my own grandma's hands that have made this same dish for her friends and loved ones. I felt connected to her as I followed her recipe and took part in creating the same meal she had made so many times.
When saying goodbye to my grandma I did not expect to miss her physical touch so deeply. Whether it was holding my hand, scratching my back or simply resting her hand on my knee as we visited, her touch always brought a sense of comfort. Through her example I learned the power behind a touch of the hand.
It's almost impossible to remember my grandma without also thinking of my grandpa, he certainly knew better than anyone the power behind her gentle touch. My grandparents were both in their 90's when they passed. After 73 years of marriage he still called my grandma his "bride" and they still were comforted by the touch of the others hand.
I remember riding in the backseat one day, as a little girl, with my grandma and playing with her fingers as we held hands. I looked down at our two hands together and thought, "our hands are alike..."
I hope I was right!
The Simplicity Buff