PS She also just started texting… it’s so fun!
I’m finally back in Connecticut after an extra long week in Florida. I truly enjoy every minute that I’m there and this trip was extra special. My grandma is an amazing cook and baker. Many of my memories are tied to what she has cooked for us.
Now, my grandma is eighty eight. Eighty eight!!! You’d never know it if you were to meet her in person. I was actually born on her birthday and she’s kind enough to claim that I was her best birthday present.
This year I thought it was time that we (my mom and I) start learning my grandma’s recipes. She brought over her favorite recipes on Thanksgiving and my mom and I picked two to bake that weekend. A mocha chocolate cake roll (our favorite growing up) and rugelach, a traditional Jewish cookie we love as well.
Baking with my mom can be stressful because she’s super specific in how things should be done. Baking with my grandma? Exactly the same. Even though she’s my dad’s mom, my mom and her are eerily similar with their kitchen etiquette! I was shaking like a leaf doing some of the tasks because I could feel my grandma’s eyes watching my every move…
That said, halfway through the rugelach, I was doing it completely on my own. (Even counting out the very specific two maybe three raisins per cookie that her recipe calls for.) As I was counting out raisins and powdering a dish towel (!?) I realized just how important it was to be baking with my grandma so I could get all the tricks of the trade. Half of the things she said was not written down in the recipe!
Taste testing aside– and there was plenty of it between the three of us– the best part of the whole day was just spending quality time with my grandma. I often only see her when the whole family is together. Of course, that is always nice. But… it was fun to have her all to myself for a day!
Oh, these were so good. Too easy to pop into your mouth. I definitely had a few for breakfast every morning before I left.
Definitely will be adding a couple more of her recipes in my repertoire the next time we’re together.