Threads

“Which Grandpa is it?” This would seem to be a simple enough question. Through the process of renaming picture files with the names of family members rather than numbers, in hopes of capturing identities lest I forget names, I ran across a picture of a great-great grandfather on my dad’s side of the family. Although … Continue reading Threads

Kitchen Help

Over the years my role in the kitchen has changed. Starting out at an early age, I was the ever eager assistant in the kitchen, working along side my grandmothers or mom, where I was just as excited to scoop, measure, stir, and wash dishes as I was to sample the end products of our … Continue reading Kitchen Help

A Cow, Coffee, & the Pyramids

Confucius says the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. In this case quite literally, and more specifically, a single step and a cow. Jens “KB” Anderson, my great-grandfather, sold and then delivered a cow, walking the cow from Kent to Seattle to its new owner, a distance of over twenty miles round … Continue reading A Cow, Coffee, & the Pyramids

Where Words Fail

What should I bake? Typically this is my first thought when planning for family gatherings, a training at work, or when the stress-o-meter edges into the red zone. When it comes what to bake many factors enter into the decision making process....the time of year, the event, who I am baking for and what I … Continue reading Where Words Fail

Rotation

During Eric’s college years, I was ever mindful of not wanting to wear out the welcome of No-bake Peanut Butter Bars, as unlikely as that may seem. Knowing that Eric shared a house with four other young men left me fairly confident that they would not go uneaten. In reality, I didn’t want to be … Continue reading Rotation

Allegiance

“What is your fascination with peanut butter!?” was Dave’s response to my reply as to what kind of cookies I had baked. I wouldn’t describe my relationship with peanut butter as a fascination or even an obsession. Allegiance would be more appropriate. Loyalty. Commitment. My relationship with peanut butter is steadfast; it's a shared experience to … Continue reading Allegiance

Tacit

Unique. Novel. Exciting. Always something new to learn. These were just a few of the reasons I looked forward to spending time with my Grandma Lorenz. We did things that no one else seemed to do, at least not my friends in Aberdeen or Ellensburg or Prairie Village, Kansas. I didn’t know anyone else who … Continue reading Tacit