I feel like I’ve written about this before, Gentle Reader, but I’m thinking about it now, and decided it was worth discussing again. I have little talismans on my desk and my writing altar: owls, Union Jacks, the phrase “Don’t Let the Bastards Grind You Down,” rosaries and holy cards (I am New Orleans Catholic, after all), pictures that I love, and my mother’s fudge recipe in her handwriting.
My mother passed away almost two years ago. I miss her every day. I like having this reminder of her.
“Miss Frannie’s Fudge” was famous, infamous, even, and she made it for every special occasion, every Christmas, every holiday, for all of my teachers and even some of my professors in college. Everyone loved it, asked her to make it for them, and just generally gushed when her fudge came around. This is a Good Memory, and I love having this part of her so close to me.
I miss my mom. Every day. And she’s a part of my everyday life with this one little piece of paper.