Just the picture of this pudding box and I am thrown back to the truly good old days. All the windows are open. Summer breezes are wafting in making the curtain pulls rap repeatedly on the walls. The laughter of generations of daughters fills the air. This gathering was like all of the gatherings, any reason would do. Go! Gather in gram's tiny one bedroom house around an old round pedestal table that squandered the entire kitchen. A ring of vinyl covered chairs that had been recovered oh so many times, yet they were still making do just fine. Oh but there is new blue and white flowered wallpaper on the kitchen wall. Hmmm... someone brought their style to gram's house again. A platter of home made buns with sliced ham from Loy's City Meats and buttered! Both sides. Don't be chintzy. And gram's lemon pie, a legacy.
Funny how a product that began about the time my gram was born in the early 1900s, still lives on. Good things last. And memories don't really fade. They can be brought back from the recesses and seem like yesterday. And just like that I can hear gram's crazy voice singing "nearer my God to thee..". I can hear my sisters laughing with our cousins. Mom and her sisters continue their unbreakable bond. My heart is so full it beats loudly in the lump in my throat.
No this isn't a shameless plug for any particular product yet there are few I have ever found that can best it. The recipe is right on the box. You made it right if the meringue is at least three inches thick. Summer days. Memories. Pass it along.
"Be present at our table Lord.
Be here and everywhere adored.
These mercies grant that we
May feast in paradise with thee. Amen"
"Girls come and make a plate"
" Sit! Eat!"
Gram! You should have made the pie in a cake pan!"
"Did you know that..."
"Did you hear that..."
dishes clatter...silverware scrapes...the smell of egg coffee...more laughing... and I think to myself what a wonderful world... ohhhh yeahhhhh
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