I am addicted to Pinterest. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. But Pinterest has opened up new avenues of cooking for me as well as opened a few doors to my past. Today is a glowing example of that.
I wasn’t looking for anything specific so when I came across a simple picture of a blueberry muffin, I was immediately transported back to our house on Foreman Road. I was 10 or 11 and I was in our kitchen, as I always was on Sunday mornings, making Betty Crocker Blueberry muffins for breakfast.
I loved Sundays. I loved the fact that my parents trusted my ability at such a young age to prepare a breakfast that we would all eat in their bedroom, they tucked under the covers and me (and sometimes my brother) sitting at the end of the bed. Thinking back to those wonderful times, I can almost smell the freshly baked morsels just out of the oven. I can see the pat of butter melting into the white cake, making the blueberries glisten in morning light from their bedroom window.
If I close my eyes, I am back in that kitchen mixing the ingredients ever so carefully, taking the lid off the tin of real blueberries in syrup and making sure I am careful not to spill the syrup and stain anything in its path.
Just when I feel like my parents have slipped a little further into my memory cache, one simple picture of a blueberry muffin was all it took to bring them stampeding back into my thoughts. And now that I look back at all those breakfasts in bed, it was never really about making muffins. It was about making memories…..moments that will help my parents be with me forever.