Holidays Are a Time of Memories 💝 – TBG Update 3/26

Holidays are a time of memories, both making new memories and remembering old ones. I always miss my mom the most during the holidays. My mom loved the holidays. Being an amazing cook, the holidays at mom’s house were a feast of incredibly scrumptious food. My mom was a slow, deliberate, detail oriented person who would plan, consider so many different recipes, and then meticulously execute each component of every dish from conception to serving it in a beautiful elegant way. My mom was a perfectionist and she enjoyed things done extraordinarily well. My mom was a crazy hard worker and she would stop at nothing to prepare for the holiday to her crazy high standards. Experiencing the way my mom did the holiday set an expectation for me of holiday prep done right. As I stood at the mixer with my little girl this week, making the same recipe that I made as a little girl standing at the mixer next to my mom, from the same handwritten piece of paper, memories of my mom and me preparing for Passover together raced through my mind. I’m sad that my mom isn’t here with us this year. My mom’s heart would melt, the same way my heart melts, when my little grandson looks up at me, concentrates for a moment, and then smiles from ear to ear. I wish my mom would have the chance to see that I made every last dish the same way she used to. I also wish that my kids will cherish holidays at my home much the same way I cherished holidays with my mom. After experiencing Covid for the last year, it is the greatest treat for the kids to be here and I’m savoring every single moment.

Wishing all who celebrate a wonderful Passover with memories to cherish forever.

Xoxxoo,
Sheri