Over the River and Through the Woods

I keep having this weird, really strong memory of walking in my grandma’s front door.  I don’t know what the deal is, but I’ll be sitting at work or opening my own door and all of a sudden it hits me, in that way that memories can, like it’s almost real, that I am opening the front door to my Grandma’s house.

I can practically smell what she has cooking, most likely, for us, beef and noodles.

My cousin A. mentioned the other day how it would be nice to get the whole family together again, like we did at Grandma A.’s, and maybe that’s what’s got me thinking of it.

I probably should finish unpacking the boxes in the garage, so that I can get that beef and noodles recipe out of my Bible.

That is one thing I’d like to try to make now that I am an adult, her big fat, floury noodles, almost more like dumpling strings than what we think of as noodles.  And cooked in the juices of a simmering pot roast until it’s all a big beefy, peppery wonder.


10 thoughts on “Over the River and Through the Woods

  1. Okay, weirdly, now my office smells like my grandma. I guess my brain is just dusting off old sensory memories to give them some air or something, I don’t know.

  2. Seriously, I doubt you’re having a TIA, but I wonder if maybe your body is giving off a distinctive smell. Awhile back you mentioned smelling baked goods.

    It is not uncommon for some medical problems (diabetes, epilepsy) to cause a food smell to exude from the body. I once had a fungal bladder infection that made me smell like Krispy Kreme donuts.

  3. No, it’s definitely not me. I think it’s just the time of the month. Someone in the building is probably wearing the same perfume and I just caught a whiff of it.

    Though, I would secretly love to smell like food. Ha.

  4. I have at least four Bibles–a Precious Moments Bible, a Catholic Bible, the big old family Bible sitting in my office, and my red Confirmation Bible with my name on the front, in which resides my grandma’s noodle recipe, among other important items.

    Where do you store your important family recipes, if not in your Bible?

  5. Just kidding B. I have an orange Bible a friend gave to me when I finished my masters at UT. It even has Jesus’ sayings in orange.

  6. Heh. The only Bible I had was a children’s Bible I got for my first communion. I don’t know when it was published, but, if I’m remembering correctly, many of the notable women (Salome, Delilah) are depicted as reminiscent of Jennifer Jones in Duel in the Sun:

    I can’t seem to locate it now and that makes me kinda sad. This Bible’s illustrations imbued the stories with an hysterical, soap-opera air that I found intriguing as a child…and they seemed so un-Catholic (the religion I was raised in).

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