*Creepy and moving incident alert* My mum was a great cook. Great as in she-had-to-cook-real-tasty-food-for-her-family-of-six ( and later for many of her 17 grandkids, mine included) every damn day of her life until she was physically unable to, and boy was she gooood at it. Greek cuisine at its best, Im telling you. Everything youve ever tasted or heard of about said cuisine, multiplied by a thousant. Some of her dishes could give your taste buds a strong orgasm, I swear. She took pride in outdoing herself in the kitchen and the task of feeding a big family became a fine art in her hands, because it was the overflowing of a caring, generous heart. ( And my many friends here on fb who knew her personally KNOW Im not even exaggerating). Anyways, having such a talented cook for a mum gave me a deep inferiority complex regarding cooking. I mean, how could you compare to perfection and why would you want that in the first place? I resigned to the fact that cooking was not my domain, it was hers. She sighed many sighs of depair over my seeming indifference to follow in her culinary footsteps. Whenever I wanted a special dish, it was just a phonecall away : Mum, your divine stuffed vineleaves, please? And how about those roast green peppers with red sauce or your famous revani pudding? Or...or... I wish youd meddle more with the kitchen, shed say, using her favorite idiom for seriously occupy yourself with, but she d happily oblige anyway. And provide gourmet feasts for me, my four kids, her other grandkids and many others. When she passed away (she lived down the road ) my children missed her cooking terribly. And told me so to my face. Constantly . Like, It aint like grandmas! And I couldnt blame them really . So today I kind of missed her. Missed her a lot, actually. Remembering her Sunday family meals didnt help much with my longing either. I decided to go down her-now empty- home and pay homage to her the best way I could think of: by cooking her famous Kokkinisto stew (almostallgreektome/tag/kokkinisto/). Armed with a couple of recipe tips from my sister whos following closely in our mums footsteps in terms of cooking excellence, I m in my mums kitcher all alone, cooking and thinking of her. Then, at a certain point ,I was in need of some alluminium foil and stood in the middle of her tiny kitchen, searching with my eyes for said roll of foil , wondering where she could possibly had kept it. I almost shouted Hey mum, wheres the foil roll? What happened next is material for a movie script. Out of nowhere the foil roll fell down-YES, THATS RIGHT, FELL DOWN as if pushed by an invisible hand- on my feet from over the ventilator fan! ( thanks mum, I could have never thought of looking up there!) Like, mum answered back to me, There it is!. And the even most amazing part was that I was neither creeped out nor surprised by it, I mentally whispered Thanks mum and went on about my business, as if it is the most usual thing in the world having your mothers spirit come up to you in her empty kitchen and help you with the cooking...It was her way of telling me FINALLY, you found it in your heart to seriously meddle with the kitchen! Well done, girl, well done!.... I love my mum. Not loved her, LOVE her. She is not pure energy, nor a ghost, nor did she become one with the stars or the universe or reincarnated or whatever. It was her, there. Her true self. Even her energy felt the same. A month ago, my sister saw her in a dream that felt too real : she was changed, in her prime, younger and so sweet looking, she said, that she filled my sisters heart to the brim with joy, she was even about to hug her, but my sister was so aware that this was not a usual dream, and how could our mum be there when she was dead, her rational mind told her, so she woke up with a start. When my sister related the dream to me I was both happy and a bit jealous, why shouldnt I be the one to see her? Even my older brother saw her in a dream, together with our late dad, why was I left out? Then today she gave me the gift of her presence and her love in the cutest, sweetest and most tangible way possible. Thanks mum. . I hope they appreciate your cooking up there as much as we did here Love Your little daughter Eirini
Posted on: Sun, 06 Jul 2014 22:16:33 +0000
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