Today my grandmother would have celebrated her 100th birthday. She loved music and to dance and play the organ, be in her garden, play cards, and listen to the Polka station on Sunday mornings. Growing up, I think of her mostly in the kitchen. There was always a pot of soup on the stove, a pot of coffee brewing or a wonderful meal being prepared. She taught me how to make pierogi and dumplings, speak a few words in Polish, and to play and sing “Zosia Polka” on her organ. I am grateful and comforted by these wonderful times we spent together.
This morning as I was thinking of her, I went through her recipe box looking for something to cook and honor her with. I skipped over the jellied pig’s knuckles and went straight for the cakes. I narrowed the list down to either the sauerkraut cake or the Pope’s cake and I decided on the later. I carried down my record player, turned on the Polkas and couldn’t help but dance while the cake baked.
As I grew older my grandma became my trusted friend. I think of her often and miss her dearly – mostly when I’m in the kitchen.