Yesterday in a box I found the recipe mom gave me when I got married for her Moroccan Chicken soup. Mom didn’t really care much for cooking, but this was one dish she did really well and enjoyed making for us. Tonight I made it for my kids and they enjoyed it as much as my sister and I used to.
I’m so grateful for these hand down recipes – the smell, the taste, brought me back to happy times in my childhood. It hasn’t been 8 months yet since mom died, but as the season is changing and snow was falling today it seemed like it has been so much longer. I’m grateful for the memories we carry with us.