Monday, April 22, 2013
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.