Today I miss my Grammy.
I can't believe I have gone more than 3 years without talking to her.
It's weird how every now and then I feel this deep longing to talk to her. It's like being so homesick but your on the other side of the world, without a phone, and all you want is that person to hold you and talk to you.
Yesterday I was craving her black eyed peas. I can remember snapping the peas with my Poppa (the peas that we had just picked from their garden). They would be in a brown paper bag. Poppa and I would sit in the living room, he in his blue recliner and me in the floor.
Anyway, she would put fresh okra, sausage, ham, all kinds of yummy stuff with it. I have no idea how she made it or what spices she used but it was delish! I crave her peas every winter.
So with my excitement for fall came my cravings for Grammy's peas. I bought a bag of frozen peas with the snaps. I added a bunch of random spices and chunks of meat.
To my surprise it was really yummy! But it was nothing compared to my Grammys.
I wish so badly that I had just stopped and watched her make it!! It drives me crazy that I can't call her and ask her.
The memory of my Grammy (and her peas) have been heavy on my mind today.
I hope she knows how much we love and miss her. And I hope you take the time and STOP what you're doing, call your grandma and ask her how she makes your favorite meal!
You will regret it if you don't!