My mom is an excellent cook. She has made some badass meals and has spent a lifetime trying new things that we would eat when we were poor as dirt and richer than ever. Everyone has that memory of a meal their mom makes and it’s dear to their hearts. But none of those matter to me. The ONE thing I ever want my mom to make for me is her roasted pecans. Now I know some of you are screaming at your screens, “BUT CHRISTEL YOU ARE ALLERGIC TO PECANS!!!!!”
Simmer down. Yes, I know. Let’s call it more of a sensitivity. I won’t fall over dead if it eat them, I just get uncomfortable. But comfort be damned when it comes to these pecans. Now as far as I know it’s a very basic recipe that may have even been in a kitschy cookbook or on the back of a bag of pecans in the 70’s or something. But the way she makes them is The Best. I ask for them for my birthday and Christmas and Easter and Flag Day and International Dust Bunny Day. I want them always. I’m sure I could make them, but as we all know, when our mom makes us our special favorite thing… it’s heaps better.
I got some in the mail yesterday. She sent snacky treat bags to all of us. EXCEPT ONLY I GOT PECANS. My mother singled me out. She loves my family terribly, but only sent pecans to me. I got cranberry almond bark and Chex mix, just like they did… but no one else got her pecans.
I texted her one word. “P E C A N S!”
I got back, “yummies for my girl.”
There will be a day when I can’t ask her for pecans. I will only have the image of her roasting pecans on a busted ass cookie sheet that she’s used for centuries. It’s warped and pops in the oven when it gets to a certain temperature and you can hear the pecans rattle. I will have to try to recreate them from a 9 year old’s memory. I’ll forget that one seasoning or use too much butter, but one day I’ll get it right. Sure, I could ask her for the recipe, but she doesn’t know it. She feels it.
I guess the point of this was to say: pay attention to the traditions. Watch the little things your loved ones do just for you. Know that those memories are priceless and cherish the moments.