I do pretty well, most of the time.
But I just kicked myself in the teeth today.
You know how one smell can take you back to your past? For example, I often bring a shirt mah Honey wore then gave me (apparently we look good in their shirts even, or especially when they don't fit) when we get to spend time together so he'll wear it and I can bring his scent home with me. It makes me feel close to him.
Well, today, after taking Chicklet to school I did the grocery shopping I wanted to do this weekend but had to give up on because of a mean headache (getting too many of those lately).
My girl loves ham. It's one of those things my mom made for her and she misses her grandmother's baked ham (so do I).
So as I picked up what was needed for this week's meals, I grabbed a small ham. Chicklet has been working hard at school lately, really trying to get herself organized and she deserves a treat.
Once I'd put everything away in the fridge and pantry I heard: "Now you've gone and done it!"
"What did I do now?"
"You realize you can't waste that ham... you are going to have to cook it."
"oh yeah... crap!"
"yeah... good luck, chica!"
I racked my brain... "How did she make that?" Because this? Is one of those recipes she never wrote down. I mean how hard can it be to cook a damn ham.
"Go online, maybe you'll figure out how she used the beer, cloves and all that other stuff."
"How did our mothers and grandmothers manage before the interwebz? I will never know."
I found a recipe that looked like the odds and ends I have floating around my head, bits of memories veiled behind a slightly fluttering opaque curtain. Glimpses slowly revealed if you wait for the breeze.
I rubbed some dry mustard on it, poked some cloves in, drizzled maple syrup and beer on it and added some pineapple and stuffed it into the oven.
And now, the house smells just like it did when Mom was here. *sigh*
Beagle snuggles help.