A Day With My Mom

When I was a mom of pre-schoolers, I loved it when my mom would come from Vancouver for the day to spend the day together. While most moms and daughters would probably go shopping, one of our favorite things to do was to bake and get some goodies into the freezer. While we don't do it much any more, lately we've taken a few opportunities to do this again.

The day she came over, she put on an apron made by her mom. Do you remember this kind of crossstitch done on gingham? I took a close look and was amazed that, although my Oma had very poor vision, she took on this kind of needlework. Truly a labor of love. My mom wears it with pride - for special occasions. Smile.

She went about the task of rolling out dough and cutting out cookies. Special cookies I still need to learn how to make. They get filled with jam and iced with a white sugar glaze that keeps them moist for months, just in a cooler.

Then she rolled out another dough. She is soo good at this! I told her this is university baking. She laughed, because she has only finished grade six. This dough gets filled with fruit and pinched just right. Once baked, they taste rather like mini hand held fruit pies.

While she was more busy with the rolling out and pinching than I was . . . I set about making a fruit bouquet . . . so much easier than what she was doing, yet she oohed and aahed about it.

It was a wonderful day spent talking and laughing in the kitchen. And at the end of the day, there was even something to show for it.