My Mother's Recipe Box
A nostalgia problem
This is not my mother’s recipe box but it is somebody’s mother’s recipe box arrived from the eBay seller full of these carefully typed recipes: I paid extra for those. During Thanksgiving weekend, my sister Ann and her son George and I sorted through the recipes George using the Taboo buzzer to decide which stranger’s mother’s recipes went into the recycling bin. It’s my recipe box now. I’m somebody’s mother. I messed up though. I should have gotten this metal 60s recipe box (the exact same style my mom had) 20 years ago. Cuz probably now my daughters will come home one day and say “ohhh whatever happened to that old plastic blue notecard box with the lid that never closed? The one that had a greasy orange index card taped to the top that said RECIPES!!!! scrawled in Aunt Ann’s handwriting??” and I’ll say oh that piece of junk? I threw that away This one’s much better and they will probably think no it isn’t what the heck mom why did you throw away my beloved childhood? like my parents did when they sold our house and moved to that brand new subdivision out to the west end of town, by the cornfields but nothing else. as if it was their life or something.
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Miss you mom!





Oh that ending! I love this.
Oh, I love everything about this!! What a perfect poem.