So making mom's recipe always makes me think of her.....and food. She enjoyed cooking and spending time in her kitchen in her perfect little Cape Cod home in Park Ridge, Illinois. For her, cooking for family and friends equaled love, as it does for so many people. Her Swedish meatballs were the best (no surprise there since her parents emigrated from Sweden and she spent many years growing up in the Andersonville neighborhood in Chicago).
Dave and I would take the kids and drive East to visit his family during the summer. Coming back we'd call and tell my mom we'd stop by just for a quick visit on our way home. She'd always ask if we had time for a little "something" and I'd remind her not to "fuss" because we couldn't stay long.
Then we'd walk in the door to the delicious scent of her perfect pot roast with carrots and potatoes. Dining room table set for "company".....and so the visit would last a little longer than planned!
Her lemon bars always went along to Thanksgiving on my cousin's farm down in Indiana.....or anywhere else where mom was tagged to provide dessert. Yum....
I happily repeat this tradition whenever I can provide dessert. I'm not a good baker, but these never let me down.....and people usually take a second helping. Tonight we are off to visit with friends.....lemon bars in the car.
Memories in my heart......
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