Monday, April 22, 2013


There was a rocking chair in the kitchen in the house I grew up in. I could look out the window, but also watch my Mom prepare meals, bake pies and make pickles from that chair. I can almost smell all those wonderful smells as she did her magic on the wood-stove. I loved passing the time there, rocking away and watching her.

Last night I emptied the last bottle of "Green Tomato Chow" Mom gave me. I ate it the way I loved, piled on top of buttered mashed potatoes, it was delicious, as was most of the things my Mom made or baked, don't get me started on her pies!

When I came home from work this afternoon, I noticed Rob had washed out the mason jar, and it was drying in the dish rack, it made me a little sad.

It's two years today that my Mom was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer, and she passed nine months later. It's been many, many years since I rocked in that rocking chair watching my Mom and I will never again taste her cooking, but the love I have for her is as strong as ever, as are the memories, and they see me through.

Footnote: When I was looking for an image of "Chow", I actually found a recipe for "Nova Scotia Chow Chow", who knows, maybe I'll give it a try, Mom would like that.

1 comment:

Teena in Toronto said...

It's been many many years since I've seen chow chow.