Amazed my mother in law that I had been an Indiana State Fair champion in foods in 1973.

Cannot blame her.  I rarely cook, and have never really liked to cook, create, or develop any food groups or creations since then.   I love to receive, but rarely am rewarded by receiving.

Which brings me to my point of this blog:  Martha, my mom, and the woman who taught me that even if you do not want to cook, do it anyway, and be glad you did.

And she was correct.

My mom is in a nursing home.  She has suffered strokes, common to her family, but nonetheless, she has  been through some suffering.  However, she grabs my hand, she chuckles, and she nods when she knows a family member is near.

For that I am grateful, and feel blessed.

But am also filled with anger.  Anger unjustified.  But anger nonetheless.  I remember the woman who watched over me probably 12 times during a 4-H fair submission for a holiday festive bread.  The result was a state ribbon for my submission.  The buildup to that was a mother-daughter combative situation to get my bread submission correct.  She was the adult, and she was correct, and I was the child............learn, learn, learn,

I won.  State. Awesome.  1974.

Not much to many, but awesome to my mom and I.

I miss her. And more, I miss her great humor.

I rest.