Wow, it's been 3 years since my last post. It doesn't seem that long, yet it does. I didn't realize how big of an impact my Grandma had when it came to wanting her opinion on things. I know she loved tasting things I would make. Even if something was terrible she'd say it was "good" while adding some hot sauce to it. Or that she wasn't real hungry after a taste and say she'd eat it later. Of course, I'd find it still in her refrigerator a week later, or even stashed in the freezer because she just so much food and didn't want it to go to waste. Silly Grandma! Next week will be 4 years since she went back Home to dance with my Grandpa. I still miss her like crazy. The memories I have of spending time with her mean more than anything physical. Of course I treasure the few things I do have of hers, but I miss sitting around the kitchen table working on jigsaw puzzles and making fun of the female host of a Spanish talk show she used to watch. I always teased that she was either one ugly lady or used to be a man. I know I drove her crazy but she secretly loved it. That's what I'm going with anyway :)
So, over the years Anthony still finds handwritten recipes at estate sales. I have a pretty big collection that has just been sitting around. I really do think I'm ready to try again. I know my Grandma isn't here to give her opinion, but I have a bunch of friends and family who will happily take free food. Plus, I've since had Anthony Jr. and he has pointed off to places and said "LaLa" which I like to think is his way of saying "Wela". What Anissa used to call my Grandma. So, I know she's here and watching over my crazy and beautiful family.
I love and miss you Grandma! Now, back to my kitchen :)
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