My gram was probably not known for her grand cooking skills. She made the best lasagna (in my opinion) when i was a kid and used the pan shown to make it and she taught me (come to find out hers was probably not the best once i got older).
I’m not the collector of “things” when people die. I wanted her mirror tray that was on her dresser and i was able to get this pan.
There are a million memories in this pan. I can close my eyes and think of the goodness of my gram. The memories of when i was little and it helps to drown out the not so great memories of her. When she’d tell me i was always too something. Fat skinny loud quiet - the list goes on and on.... I’m thankful for this pan so i can remember the good about her.
Today I’m cooking for people i love so much. It’s an honor to cook for those i love. I don’t deserve them, but yet by God’s grace i do.
Its an honor and blessing to love and be loved ❤️
The noodles sang to me this morning as they filled with yummy cheese sauce ❤️