A few weeks ago one of my favorite bloggers – Jennifer Brown Banks – wrote a piece about cooking: http://penandprosper.blogspot.com/2018/06/turn-up-heat-on-your-writing-with.html

She compared the creativity of cooking to the art of writing. Both require skill and imagination. Something I had never really thought of. But I’m glad Jennifer brought it to my attention because it got me thinking.

I am not the greatest cook. At the same time that doesn’t stop me from trying. I’ve been known to cook a mean sausage and a meaner chicken. Give me some pancake batter, a cup of buttermilk, a dash of lemon pepper and a heaping of olive oil, I can do wonders with a chicken leg.

If I do say so myself.

Sometimes I nail the perfect burger or do right with the burger bun. And hotdogs? Don’t get me started. I’ll challenge the best of them.

But as you can see, cooking isn’t exactly my blue ribbon thing. That award belonged to my grandmother.


Grandma wasn’t much of a writer but what she lacked in the writing category she gained in cooking. She could take the simplest dish and create a bestseller.

A pound of hamburger, a chopped onion and a dash of sauce would equal the most mouthwatering meatloaf you ever had.

Yes, I said meatloaf. Anytime I hear the word loaf I run and hide, but Grandma did it.

My favorite time of year was my birthday. It was the only time I was allowed to dictate our dinner menu. The choice was easy: Homemade bread, green beans fresh from the garden boiled all day in bacon and barbeque steak.

I can still remember the smell of the bread and the sound of the boiling beans. The sound and the smell easily outweighed my waiting birthday presents.

Grandma would have been the first to admit she was far from perfect. Like any of us writers, there were moments when things didn’t work out and Grandma was no different. Sometimes things needed a tinkering or two and like a stubborn writer, Grandma found her way.

But of all the dishes Grandma made, the one that became her bestseller was her homemade chili. We’ll never know if it was the spice, the hamburger or the beans. Whatever it was she took the secret to her grave.

Believe me, we all tried to repeat her magic but failed.

Looking back, maybe Grandma’s creativity and determination transformed into my words. Maybe her imagination and sarcasm found their way into my veins and into my imagination.

If that’s true, I’ll take it. It means that every word I write carries with it a little bit of her.



Happy Friday Everyone!!!


16 thoughts on “SPONTANEOUS FRIDAY

  1. Happy friday also, Sir!
    Yes, you are absolutely right.
    There were people that give us the biggest impact in our lives. Impact that we don’t don’t that gives some changes the way we view everything. And those people are mostly close to our hearts.


  2. We’re not a long line of distinguished cooks (!) in our family, but treasure those few family recipes. They don’t have to be gourmet to be important.


  3. That’s a lovely way of looking at things. Creativity indeed takes many forms. I’ve often thought of writing as having similarities to cooking or baking. Two writers can start out with exactly the same ingredients yet end up with completely different results as they can be mixed in so many different ways, using different techniques.


    1. That is so true, Tizzy. We all have that certain way that is all our own. That’s what I love about our writer’s voice. We’re all one of a kind. Thank you for your comments.


  4. I am not a writer, but am sure enjoying the stories about Grandpa Joe, Grandma Helen, Copper, and Morris. I am especially treasuring the pictures. They were such wonderful people. 🙂

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    1. The one and only! My favorite Grandma Helen recipe is bubbles. She made me some bubbles out of Palmolive dish soap. Still LOVE the smell of Palmolive and it reminds me of Grandma Helen every time I smell it.


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