I pause only a brief moment to pull up the memory.
In my mind’s eye I see a hand built bar extending in front of the stove. On it is a black rotary phone, glasses, sweet tea, and pop bottles awaiting the evening meal, and there, covered in plastic wrap in a clear glass bowl is my grandma’s banana pudding.
A few years ago I happened upon notes in one of my cookbooks. I was thrilled. Grandma had been with her God for years, and I thought her famous banana pudding left with her. But there, in my own handwriting, were adaptations to the pudding recipe with the note, “Grandma’s way” next to them.
A new 4th of July tradition was born that day, and I held my own bowl of banana pudding high when I arrived at my brother’s house whispering, “Grandma’s recipe.”
It was first on my to-do list this morning (well right after the 3.77 mile walk with hubby and the two eggs and 1 chicken sausage I ravenously consumed after that.)
The pudding was made the old-fashioned, southern way–layered vanilla waffers and perfectly ripened bananas.
Whole milk, sugar, eggs and flour on the stove, don’t stop stirring.
Finally, just when you think your arm is going to fall off, it thickens.
Then you add the real butter and real vanilla. (Grandma used margarine, but even the best banana pudding ever sometimes needs tweaks.)
Once mixed, it flows over the bananas and wafers, then is decorated with a few crumbles, just like Grandma did.
Then it is off to the refrigerator where the cookies become mushy, the bananas softer, and the flavors invade each other to make a new one, slightly altered by their unity.
Today is a celebration day. Not a day to count calories or worry about the waist line. It’s a day to embrace my little family and rejoice that my son asked for Grandma’s pudding, pulling my past into this cycling of life to the future.
Celebration isn’t about money or bells and whistles. It’s the simple things, like Grandma’s pudding and cuddling under a blanket together to watch fireworks. It’s also the deep things. Gratitude for loved ones. A humble embrace of freedoms earned by another’s sacrifice. A moment’s reflection on the value of the human soul, the meaning of liberty. (Thanks, Jerry for the link.)
Now to bake pies and fry chicken. I wanted to grill in the backyard, but the kids wanted a picnic at the fireworks site. Call me old-fashioned but sandwiches and chips just don’t cut it today, so I’m off to the kitchen.
It’s a good thing Jerry and I walked before breakfast.
Grandma’s Pudding and the Red, White, and Blue!
Tagged: banana pudding, celebration with food, food, real life, traditions
Paula, I found my way here from Facebook…. the banana pudding was calling to me. I didn’t get “Mimi’s” recipe before she died. I wish I had. It truly was the best banana pudding ever… home made much like your grandma’s… To this day other than her cherry cobbler, I think it was my favorite. It’s the Tennessee version of Banana pudding! 🙂 You mention fried chicken and southern banana pudding leaving me to question what part of the south are you from? I am so impressed with your weight loss! How much have you lost totally? Is it exercise and diet only? I had lost 30 lbs. but put 10 back on these last couple of years. I’m going back to trying to get it off again… So glad to find you here!
Julie (Hobbs Todd)
Isn’t it your birthday today Julie? I don’t know if your grandma and mine made the same pudding, but if you want this recipe let me know. I’m happy to share! I’ve lost 52 pounds since October 24th. I have changed my paradigm of living, eating healthier and moving more, but I’ve also been doing a nutritional weight loss program called BeNew. http://www.benew.com/Jerry. It’s fun to connect again in the blog world after fb changed all that! lol
Hi Paula HAPPY 4TH!!! My grandma made this pudding also, but of course the recipe’s are never the same but your blog sure brought back lots of memories.!!
Glad you enjoyed the trip down memory lane, my friend! Now if I could just make a lemon meringue pie like hers . . . never tasted exactly hers anywhere else . ..
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