She set the table

How often when I'm cooking or doing something in the kitchen I seem to have memories about one of my grandmothers or my mother doing something in the kitchen. Today, I was listening to the radio in the kitchen, hm, that reminds of the doing that years ago, one of those old time radios. Well, anyway, back to my original thought, something that was said on the radio reminded me of one of my grandmothers. She set the table for us when we were going to be coming for a visit.

We lived several days drive away. I remember her saying that she set the table the day before we got there. I didn't understand that at all at the time. But I do now.

It seems like one of my stronger memories about her. I wished I remembered more things about her. But I haven't remembered a lot. When she died we were talking about her with my aunt and uncle and cousins. They had so many stories. But my family didn't seem to tell stories so much as their side of the family. It seems that remembering things later is aided by the stories you tell now. And then retell.

But it doesn't seem to be a bad thing to remember about my grandmother if I can't recall anything else to tell the next generation about her. She set the table.

Sometimes you make a flop

Sometimes I make the exact same thing and it doesn't turn out the same way. I wonder why that it is? I guess I overcooked the macaroni, but I wasn't worried about that because I was just throwing everything into a pot, macaroni and all. That worked the last several times I did it. Somewhat to my surprise, actually.

I've been eating my disappointment all the same because I hate to throw things out if they are at all edible. I've been eating a big pot of macaroni, tomatoes and beef and some other vegetables and trying to fix it by various methods, seasoning, nothing really worked.