She's the one that taught me the majority of what I know about cooking and baking ( my dad contributed the rest). My fondest memories with her include sitting on the counter putting fork marks into peanut butter cookies, taking the spring pan off the cheesecake, playing with the dough for the thanksgiving yeast rolls, and of course, learning to make the family recipe of chicken noodle soup from scratch. Growing up, family dinners at my grandparents was a regular occurrence and every meal she prepared for the family was made with love.
She was also diligent in following the church teachings of preparedness. She was diligent in creating a food storage that met not only her and my grandfather's needs, but that of our whole extended family. My childhood is filled with the seasonal canning and preserving of food. It is as much a family tradition in our family as a necessity that we are asked to do. When Jeff started to spend time around my family, I was touched and happy that he showed interest and a desire in how to can, because I knew that it was something that I wanted to continue doing in my own family with him and my future children.
Freezer jam is a family staple. It's an uncooked jam that sets up like regular jam... as long as you keep it frozen. It's amazing, I'm spoiled and no other jam compares to it. Today, Jeff got to learn how to make it. Today, we got to preserve the memory of my grandmother and her lessons through family traditions. Today felt good.
