As I sit here sipping a large coffee and watching Good Morning America, thoughts of my maternal Granny’s kitchen popped into my head.
The memories are not just of the incredible southern food that came out of that small kitchen, but are also of her kitchen cabinets and their hardware.
The hardware on Granny’s cabinets was perfect for opening Coke bottles. There was one drawer in particular that everyone used to open their bottles.
Over the years and many Coke bottles later, the perfect indentation was created. Your bottle fit perfectly and opened smoothly.
If Granny cared about the cabinet drawer she never said a word. It was just a part of her homey kitchen.
The kitchen was the hub of her home. It’s where she seemed to constantly be standing at her stove cooking up something delicious while everyone was gathered around the kitchen table talking, laughing and catching up with one another.
It was a kitchen filled with love with the head of it one of the strongest, loving women I’ve ever known. Man, she had a big heart.
My Granny was quick with a joke, loved to stir the pot a bit and then sit back and enjoy the fruits of her labor. Most of all, though, she loved her kids and grandkids fiercely.
I wish I had a kitchen as full as Granny’s. What I wouldn’t give to be at her kitchen table just one more time and see her standing there. I miss her so much.
It’s funny how certain memories come to you at the most mundane times. I’m really happy this is a memory I’ll have for a lifetime.