Today is my Nannie Broome’s birthday. My sister Kim called to remind me. I’ve been thinking of this idea for a post for a while and since today is the day, here is it.
If I had to name one person who taught me all about the love in food, the presentation of it, the love that goes into it, it’s my grandmother. We lost her years ago and there is not a day goes by that I don’t think of her. She was a fine woman. A teacher (so is my sister…Nannie would be so proud, Kim), a home economics teacher on top of that, a talented seamstress and the most amazing cook. A sweet hearted, generous lady who showed us in the food she prepared for us how much she loved us. Her Chicken & Dumplings, her cornbread dressing, her pear & fig preserves, her Seafood Gumbo. There is nothing finer.
My sister’s voicemail today talked about her deviled eggs. My folks, my brother & sister and I would go to her house for Sunday dinner (which is really lunch) and we would walk in ravenous from a long morning of Sunday school and church– so excited about the meal we were going to inhale. The table was meticulously set and everything was ready. She had already peeled all of the peel-and-eat shrimp for us (talk about spoiled) and her deviled eggs were on the table in her deviled egg tray-not really meant to be the appetizer, but eaten with the meal. We, however, swarmed on them like we’d gone without food for days (that was never gonna happen) and they were gone before the sweet tea was finished being pour into her green goblets. She is the reason why I love food. I wished I had paid more attention, as a young girl, when she cooked, but I was too excited about the eating part. One bite of her sour cream pound cake and you’d understand. What I wouldn’t give to just have one day with her again. I would want to spend it in her kitchen & really study what she did. But even if I knew what she did, it wouldn’t taste the same, now would it? I love you, Nannie.