‘We are temporary arrangements’
I’ve had a little tub of Momma’s homemade spaghetti sauce in the freezer forever.
My plan was to use it on my birthday. But I ran off to Vegas for an entire week and am just now getting back.
I was feeling guilty that I was going to toast up some riced cauliflower instead of pasta. And that I was planning to use cottage cheese to protein it up (as we hated ricotta but I wanted something).
But you know what? It was really good.
It was strange holding that little clear tub in my hands. She was the last one to touch it. It lived in her little hands for a few moments.
I wonder if she even thought of that. That it would be the last time she’d make her special sauce — her mom’s sauce. Her grandmother’s sauce, really.
And I just enjoyed the last of it.
I have what my memory can conjure up from the recipe. But it will never be as good.
I do have her favorite pasta in the cupboard if I ever do try. At least one part of the meal will be consistent.
Thank you for the birthday dinner, Momma. Click-click.