Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Wisdom from an elder


For my grand mother, cooking was a true act of love. She did pass it on to me.
She gave me her hands too. Whenever I see mine, I see hers.

23 comments:

Marion said...

Oh c'est si joliment dit.
Ma mamie me manque énormément, surtout ces derniers temps...

jane said...

perfect...

Bichos da Matos said...

Très belles ces mains:)je savais que tu cuisinais bien quand j'ai vu les photos de tes repas! J'ai beaucoup appris aussi en regardant ma grand-mère cuisiner, c'est un peu un don, n'est-ce pas?

Victoria @ Hibiscus Bloem said...

Lovely. Great that you share your passion for cooking with your grandmother. The love of cooking and eating is a good thing.

kenza said...

quelles belles photo et pensée! merci pour cela et merci pour ta visite.

Lollipop said...

c'est étrange que nos grands-mères nous marquent à ce point... même adulte en pensant à elle je me sens à nouveau petite fille adorée. Et donc chez toi l'adn a aussi sauté une génération...
Quelle chance a eue la tienne de savoir pour ton fiston...
Merci pour tes mots doux et pour color of the week j'adore juste simplement.

merel said...

Wow, it make´s me quiet. Lovely colours and a lovely thought...thank you!

janis said...

How valuable cooking wisdom is... it seemed to have skipped me but luckily my husband has it :^)

Love the photo - hands are sometimes the most expressive feature...

Emily said...

Cooking as an act of love, I try to remind myself of this every time I step into the kitchen.

You have beautiful hands.

elisvermeulen said...

good post, good photograph.

Celine said...

beautiful.
I wish I knew my grandmother well to know what she may have left me.
It is nice to know where you came from.

schorlemädchen said...

what a nice heartwarming post....I didn't get any visible from my grandmother, like her face or hands....but I think I carry many things in me from her...and just the other day it happens that I talked to her on the phone and agreed so much with her that I needed to write it down as sort of a note I would like to remember ...

à petit bruit said...

Je pars justement au bord le mer, voir ma petite grand-mère… Bravo pour tes si jolis mots.

Theresa said...

I loved my grandmother's cooking. A particularly poignant memory was one of the last meals she made in her home, before she wasn't able to do this anymore. I'll never forget it because I remember thinking how special it was -- 4 generations of females, my baby daughter, myself, my mother and my grandmother. She was pretty old and frail then, but she was so proud and happy to make us dinner.

nicola@which name? said...

lucky you!
nicola
http://whichname.blogspot.com

Francesca said...

What a nice connection with your grandmother. I often find daily cooking just a chore I can't get too excited about. How much nicer to view it as an act of love.

Ida Nielsen said...

I have the exact same hands as my mom, it's strange and comforting at the same time ;-)

Ma life à moi said...

Un bel héritage !

Elisabeth said...

And such a hand, your own, your grandmother's - beautiful.

Le blÖg d'Ötli said...

Une belle façon de dire que nous portons nos ancêtres en nous...

Elizabeth said...

I have my mother's thumbs. The wrinkles in the creases and the size are exact copies. It's a lucky thing I think.

kristina - no penny for them said...

what a beautiful post. - my hands resemble my mum's more and more. sometimes that's too weird. :)

Kerri said...

Whenever I see my hands, I see my Mum's so clearly in them. It is a comfort.