{ Roz }

My maternal grandmother Roz was the first thing on my mind when I sat down to blog today.  I watched "Julie & Julia" this afternoon & was completely overwhelmed by how much Julia Child made me think of my own childhood with my Grams around every day.  It's amazing how being a wonderful cook can impact the lives of those around you.  I lost my grandmother when I was in 6th grade and along with her passing I lost her best recipes, that coincidentally can't be found... not even in the sea of websites online. She used to make these cookies... these absolutely amazing cookies. They seemed like nothing too incredibly complicated, but she put so much love into them & they were exotic.  To this day I miss the smell of warm Almond Spice Box Cookies.  When it comes down to it, I miss the woman who made these little cookies such a big part of my life.  She was so elegant, refined, & unique. Her laugh was infectious & I don't remember ever not wanting to go to her house and spend all day with her.  We talked about family history, good teas, & World events.  I was literally a tiny girl with this intelligent older woman talking about things that I still can't broach with my peers.  She used to cook every day even though she was alone.  Hamburgers always had fresh dill... sandwiches were either on homemade bread or a fresh slice of sour dough... napkins were always on laps... butter was always the answer... & "The Joy of Cooking" was always within reach in the kitchen.  Now and then I think of my Grams & wish I could have her over to dinner here in my apartment.  I'm all grown up now, but I long to treat her to those gentle quiet times we had together... showing her my utmost respect... & love... by cooking for her with a gorgeous table set in her honor.  Tonight's dinner will be toasted in her memory.


P.s. I am most definitely buying that cook book & movie soon. :)