My mother was always there when I came home from school and needed a listening ear. We often thought in sync, when it came to “what shall I make for supper tonight?” Shopping at Pick n’ Pay was always so special, I remember trying out a new chocolate almost every time, a
, Bar One, Crunchie, Lunch Bar, and Caravan etc. Our selections were not as great and confusing as today back then, so we had soon tried them all out. My mom’s favourite was always the Bar One or something chocolaty with toffee in the centre. Tex
My mom made the most delicious "vetkoek" and crumpets and even though baking was never her favourite, she passed those lovely recipes on to me. It’s not just those two recipes as there many others too.
My mother never needed to worry where I was concerned; I did enough worrying for the two of us! We loved movie night, I especially as I got myself all comfortable on the couch and then have a glorious sleep right through the whole movie!
When my dad went away on business trips, we always ended eating something with curry in as my dad was never fond of “hot” food. I especially loved the beans and roti.
My mom is a creature of habit and let me tell you, make sure you put things back where they belong. The scissors belonged in it’s drawer in it’s compartment, the cellotape belonged on a shelf in her study in a certain spot, her pens in the stationery holder and a slab of chocolate possibly in her top drawer : - ). One generally knew where she kept everything in the house, I was often asked whether I had seen something she was looking for and could most times successfully direct her to it.
Macaroni and Cheese was our Saturday night supper regular, Hot dogs for lunch on a Saturday alternated with hamburgers and I think savoury mince on a Monday night. I can still not get my hamburgers to taste as juicy and good as hers.
My mom once helped me to knit a jersey on her knitting machine, of course like most daughters; they always go and choose the most complicated wool to start a new project with. I chose fluffy cream wool to make a jersey and let me tell you, those fluffies were a pain, hooking on the needles and resulting in a “Mommy help” regularly. I can just imagine the amount of times she had to get up from what she was doing to come help me.
There are many more stories and they are like treasures in my treasure box. Happy Mothers day today Mommy, you are a treasure to me. Enjoy your present when it arrives; remember to send me a photo of it!