My paternal Grandma is 85 years old. Believe me, I know how blessed I have been to have had her all 38 years of my life. My earliest memories of her are in the kitchen - man, can she cook. Lasagna, Chicken Kiev, Curry, the best Christmas cookies you have ever had, homemade cakes, Monkey Bread, Eggs Benedict, and on and on. I once watched her cook a hot German Potato Salad from a 1945 Betty Crocker cookbook and did not skip one step or take one shortcut. Man, that was the best potato salad I have ever had.
Recently, my Grandma, my Aunt and I threw a shower for my cousin. Grandma insisted on making homemade Petit Fours - just like the ones she made for my mom's wedding shower in the 60's. I tried to convince her that buying them from a bakery would be so much easier - but she wouldn't hear of it.
The day of the shower, Grandma and I tackled the Petit Fours.
As her eldest granddaughter, it is hard for me to come to terms with Grandma growing older. I have known her as a young Grandma who would go swimming with me and get on the floor and play barbies. Yet, it is so refreshing to me that I can have an adult conversation with her - get her advice on things - and hear new stories of her life as a mom of 4 children. In fact, I found out the other day that she was a Tupperware saleswoman!
And when I am 85 and married for over 60+ years to the love of my life - I want to be smiling into my golden years - just like these 2 cuties!