the bowls - and tradition

 I saw a post the other day that said "traditions are the peer pressure from dead people"

Holy Moly.  I laughed and thought that's so true.

Today I pulled out the crocks my dad made French Onion Soup in for as long as I can remember.  We never had enough of the brown ones and we had white ones that were beautiful but not the same.  In my treasure hunting before I called it "Treasure Hunting" I found 9 of the same ones!  So now we have enough for everyone.  

My dad's soup is not traditional.  someone told him once it was third best in the world.  Lord Have Mercy, we heard it every time he made it.  I loved my dad's soup but I'll same it's semi-homemade.   It has sentimental value.

I want to find a more traditional recipe but this year, it's mostly the same as it's always been.  I made bread to use instead of my dad's traditional rye bread.  but I haven't decided if I am going to use the bread I made or his tradition...  

It's a lot of work getting ready to have everyone over and I love it so much!  I pulled out the cracks to run them through the dishwasher and it made me proud that this year I am carrying on the tradition.  Last year I did not do it.  I'm thankful I have the gift of cooking.  

There is a saying 'they say you die twice, once when you stop breathing and again when someone says your name for the last time'.  

I feel that's also true when someone stops making the recipes that someone is known for.  I love carrying on recipes of others.  It makes me feel like they live on in our hearts forever.  I am also making my Gram's chocolate chip cookies and her orange jello salad.