I am joining Claudia's party today and sharing one of my favourite things. When she mentioned her idea for a party, I loved it. My mind raced with a million of my favourite things that I could share. It was hard to decide which one to write about first. In fact, the one I finally landed on will now be next Saturday's because today I made chili sauce. And that changed everything...
Here I am tonight getting ready to type my post. I was going through my Mom's recipe file. I love the old, tattered, food stained, well loved recipes written in her hand. These are more precious than gold to me.
There is nothing like the sense of smell to bring memories rushing back.
When I opened the bag of pickling spice and took a deep breath, I was once again that 10 year old girl walking home from school. A block from home you could smell the chili sauce bubbling. It's sharp spicy scent wafting through the screen windows and down the street. Your step quickens and you hurry home, hoping for a taste before dinner.
Alas, the jars are full and Mom is washing up the dishes and getting ready to put the meatloaf in the oven. Meatloaf is always on the menu the night the chili sauce is made.
Mom may be 87 years old but some things never change.
The lids are popping and my heart is full with memories of childhood. Chili sauce is definitely one of my favourite things.