Sharing recipes and life lessons from the special women who have forged our path to Monday Lunch.
Meet Grandma Tina
I miss her letters, her voice, and her cooking. In these busy days of driving children to and from activities, the art of making a meal is often lost. We often throw things in the crockpot, or plan a dinner that can be made very quickly.
My grandmother, on the other hand, would start something in the morning and let it cook slowly all day. With her cooking, you didn't have to go to several different grocery stores to get the ingredients. Often it was olive oil, stewed tomatoes, mushrooms, chicken, and pasta. Always pasta. Simmering most of the day, she would write letters, make phone calls, and knit.
Breaking bread at her table was always special. Her table setting was colorful with bright tablecloths from Italy, cloth napkins, and a spoon above the plate for a "little ice cream" to follow the meal. As a family, we would sit around the table and never feel the rush to hurry through the meal.
You see, her food had love in it.
Lots and lots of love.
My grandmother's cooking was always able to bring my family together. Occasionally, it even brought strangers to the table. Now, as I raise my family, my hope is that I can share that same love with my children, and maybe one day my grandchildren.
Old School Mama