INSPIRASUNS

I’ve gotten into a little routine with our youngest daughter. We text each other pretty regularly around dinner time, sharing what we’re making for dinner. I’ll also ask her opinion on a particular spice she might use or how she would doctor up a certain dish.

Last night my husband and I realized we hadn’t really planned for what we were having for dinner, you know how that goes. You wander to the pantry, open the fridge, then the freezer, and then come to the conclusion that you are short on this ingredient or that. Ugh. Yes, the dreaded trip to the grocery store for that one item. Well, off he went to grab the one pound of hamburger, yes I know, a staple that should be in every freezer! I figured with that one pound of burger, we had three choices, tacos, nachos, or enchiladas. I pretty much knew it was going to be the latter, but it sounded pretty impressive that I could go from nothing to three choices just like that! I texted the daughter and asked for her thoughts, and as I suspected, “Enchiladas, for sure”, came her response.

I had already begun the prep work when my husband arrived with the key ingredient. As I made my way about the kitchen, memories of my mom filled my head. You see, my mom would make enchiladas for special occasions. When she would entertain friends, that was the meal of choice, and it was an all-day affair. I remember her taking time to make her special sauce, she browned the meat with special ingredients and used a mixture of spices that to this day I cannot replicate. Mom had special plates that she served the cheesy, gooey works of art on, (those plates are still in our family). Yes, the memories of making this special dish, they filled my head last night.

The timing of making that meal last night is interesting I guess. It’s funny how Father helps bring memories back into our lives to remind us of happy times. Food is a good vehicle for creating those memories. Don’t get me wrong, my mom was not Betty Crocker, but there were times when she would spend the day in the kitchen, and she’d share what she was doing. She was “passing down” what she had learned to me. In the busyness of our world today, I wonder how many families are creating memories like those that I have. How many moms and grandmas can pass down what they’ve learned to their children and grandchildren?

My hope is that people can make time to make memories and pass down the traditions, recipes, and special times from one generation to another. Father gives us the gift of family, and He gives us the gift of memories. How we choose to make and share them, well that’s up to us.

Make time friends, make memories, and pass down those special times to your kids and grandkids 🙂 .

Psalm 77:11
I will remember the deeds of the Lord; yes, I will remember your wonders of old.