Grandma

Tasting Tomorrow

When I moved out on my own, I asked my Grandma to send me some of her favourite recipes. I still have the cards, with ingredients and instructions in blue ink, in her identifiable scrawl, detailing things that, sadly, I will never make. Spiced tomato relish. Sweet pickles. Dishes I identify with her but don’t particularly enjoy. But I’ll never throw out those cards. I couldn’t have known that we would lose her so soon after I left home.  …