Monday, January 26, 2009

Grandmom Would Be So Proud

I am lucky enough to still have both of my grandmothers living. I adore each of them. I have sweet, random memories of them from my childhood, like Grandmom Baker's (maternal) pretty diamond rings, and her swimming pool, and trips to the White Mountains to her cabin in Pinetop where I would watch playful chipmunks dart in and out of the woodpile, and I would spin around and around in the wooden cocoon chair that hung from the ceiling, with a white sheep's (?) wool rug under my little girl toes. How funny that so many years later, I ended up living just a few miles from that location.

When I got married the first time, I moved to Arizona from New Jersey and lived near my Grandmom Baker. In an effort to get to know her better, I would go to her house every Wednesday after working at the bank, just to sit and talk with her. I was pregnant with my first baby at that time. I loved spending that time with her, and getting to know her. I especially loved seeing the traits of my own mother in her. It made me feel connected. I get crafting, and sewing, and my aesthetic tastes from her. My pioneer heritage comes from her Ellsworth family. She is beautiful, and she has the same eyes as my mother has, which make me feel at home.

My Grandmom Van Sciver (paternal) was a bigger part of my childhood because she lives in NJ, where I grew up. Every Easter meant an Easter egg hunt in her backyard, where we scouted for plastic eggs filled with jellybeans and coins. Every Christmas Eve, (and many other Sundays) was dinner. She was in the same ward as I was, and she was my Sunday School teacher for a time. Grandmom had a store, Gloria's Confection Connection, where she sold her homemade pies and cakes and her hand-dipped chocolates. Be still my soul. As a child, I went through those chocolates and poked my finger in the bottom, looking for the caramels. Her chocolate-covered pretzels are still one of my favorite treats in this world. We had candy-making tutorials and pie crust lessons with her as a youth group at Church. She catered my first wedding, and as a gift to me, she flew out to UT and catered my second.

Grandmom Van Sciver is FOOD. She is known far and wide for her cooking. Whenever she comes to visit me, my kitchen becomes hers. She will spend most of the day in the kitchen preparing one meal, and then another, and it never matters how many she must feed. All are welcome. (I think I heard that she fed 75 for Christmas this year.) It is her gift. Not just her talent, but her gift to give. It is how she loves, and I have learned so much from watching her give it. One of my most treasured recipe collections, is the one I have from her. All of her specialties, mostly Italian, tons of desserts, all of the dishes that evoke such powerful emotions of my childhood at her house. I inherited part of her gift, I think, because I love to love others by cooking for them. I love to feed people, to nourish them.

From time to time, I pull out my binder of Grandmom's recipes and just cook something that reminds me of her. I do make the best red sauce, but of course, she's the one who taught me, so maybe I make the second-best red sauce. Every time I make it, I feel like my Grandmother's granddaughter.

Last week at Church I saw a woman carrying her baby, with a toddler and preschooler at her heels. She walked over to her husband, and as I caught the scene, I had this tremendous love for them sweep through me, which was odd, since they are not a family that we generally do social things with. But, I suddenly wanted to feed them! I asked Adam if he thought we should invite them over for dinner that night, and he was, as always, agreeable, and ran out to the parking lot to offer the invitation. Which they heartily accepted.

I got home from Church at 2:15pm, and got to work. I got out Grandmom's recipes and decided it had to be lasagna. Had to be. And a spinach salad, and crusty garlic bread.


And for dessert, her banana cake with cream cheese frosting (because I had loads of rotting bananas, leftover cream cheese frosting from Dylan's party, and not a lot of time.) It was all appreciated, and gobbled up.

It was fun to have someone come to dinner. It was fun to spend the afternoon cooking and baking, and it was fun to set a beautiful table, and make someone else happy. It was fun to do for someone else what Grandmom has always done. All are welcome at her table. She'll cook for one and all.

But someone else is doing the dishes. Amen to that.

14 comments:

Josi said...

What a lucky girl you are, and what lucky Grandmas you have to have a granddaughter that loves them so much. Dinner looked divine.

Annette Lyon said...

What Josi said. I didn't get much of a chance for relationships with either of my grandmothers. I'm glad my kids have more of an opportunity for that. How lucky you are!

Sarah said...

Those are great memories! I'm curious now, how close your grandmother's cabin was to my grandparent's cabin, which is also in Pinetop.

That food looks delicious! I also love that plate! I need to someday get me some pretty dishes.

Abby said...

Women in the kitchen! Haha Grams V is so awesome and how envious I am of you having her recipes! *cough*Abby'sChristmasPresent*cough* oh, excuse me..must be getting sick or something!

I think Grams V is also where I get my love of feeding people. I just love watching their faces when they've tasted something truly yummy. It fills my heart to fill bellies.

Good for you for opening up your home and pantry for another family!

templework said...

You make me think of
"...for God loveth a cheerful giver"

What an elect lady you are!

((HUGS))

Kimberly said...

That made me smile...and made me hungry as well. You are lucky indeed!

Mom2My6Kids said...

God's plan really is perfect. What would life be like without the love of a grandmother. Thanks for sharing your memories. I need to let my own grandmother's know just how much I really love them. Their time here is getting shorter, that thought makes me sad.

Oh and please, please, please share the recipes!!

Hannah said...

Our Grandmoms do rock. That's the truth!


Yummy looking dinner. Mmmmm

wonder woman said...

I love your posts. That dinner looks and sounds delicious. Having people over for dinner is always so fun.

Julie Wright said...

Dinner looks great. I'll be right over. I miss my grandma every day. You really are lucky to have those ladies in your life. :)

Queenmemory said...

So do you share recipes? Yummo!!!

Kara said...

When can we make reservations for Grandma's cooking? Man, everything sounds so de-lish! I also love to cook. I love to create recipes and then watch my family gobble them up. This would be especially interesting if you knew I can't eat the food I cook for them -- not even taste it. I have my own special menus due to food allergies and celiac disease. Please share some of your favorite recipes! That way I could stir up some of your grandma's love in my kitchen. I love grandmas!

Chiapelli Family said...

Well, you just blogged my favorite blog. for one thing - I can remember your gandma VanSciver and her great cooking, (2) I LOVE to cook. Maybe it is a NJ thing - I LOVE to cook Italian food and have learned from some pretty good cooks back there. I also LOVE to entertain, spend time with friends laughing over good food...hmmm... I sense a superbowl party with Stromboli on the horizon!

Chiapelli Family said...

PS - you should blog some recipes sometime. I'd love to read your favs