Today we had an all-girls’ lunch to honor my mother-in-law for Mother’s Day.
Since my own mom lives some distance away and isn’t able to travel, she couldn’t join us.
Yet, in a way, she was here.
My mama was a homemaker in the truest sense of the word, and she loved entertaining.
There were always flowers and china and some simple, special dish, like Shrimp Creole or a tender pork roast.
The shrimp recipe is lost, I think, and I’ve never been particularly accomplished at pork roast,
but today we had chicken salad, angel biscuits, some husband-grown lettuce with a homemade buttermilk dressing, and cheesecake in a jar (amazing).
There were wildflowers and polka-dots.
I am thankful for—among countless other things--a legacy of old-fashioned, gracious, Southern hospitality, taught by an old-fashioned, gracious, Southern lady.
Happy Mother’s Day.