o your house and not tell anyone where and by whom it was cooked,” she said to me. I agreed. The day arrived and everything went off without a 14)hitch.
After dinner my husband again 15)recited to his mom, “I can’t believe that in all the years I lived in your house, you never learned how to cook. Why can’t you make a pot roast as good as my wife does?”
I laughed until I cried! I couldn’t speak. I had to 16)let the cat out of the bag.
“Michael, I have to tell you something. Your mother made the pot roast and brought it over,” I told my husband.
He couldn’t believe it! The look on his face was one of amazement. I can still see it to this day!
Over the years, my children and friends have requested several of my dishes. One dish is always asked for over and over—pot roast and potatoes. I have 17)accommodated this request on many occasions. I love to cook and enjoy watching and hearing the 18)ooh’s and 19)ah’s as they begin eating.
A few years ago, I 20)sub-mitted my pot roast recipe as a “one-pot meal” in a contest. I had to actually put the recipe to paper even though none existed. I was just 21)ecstatic when I received a check for a small sum and a copy of the cookbook in which it was published.
As I held the book and check in my hand, I started to cry uncontrollably. I wanted my grandmother to know that she was the best cook and teacher there ever was.
We all share special moments with people we love, whether it’s with a parent, family member, teacher or friend. These moments cannot be 22)duplicated. I cherish every moment I spent with my grandmother.
