Nestling around our small round table, our family sits stuffed from our evening meal. The excitement rises and bubbles in the room as some of us begin to carry out new plates from the kitchen. Warm, sticky, chocolaty squares intoxicate me with their rich smell. I watch each one pass by with my mouth gaping a little. It’s been seven weeks since I enjoyed a soft, melt in your mouth, grand finale like this. I lean in on my husband, as if the torture is too much to bear.
I think memories are solidified in my brain around food. Isn’t it amazing how certain foods can bring us back to special moments in time? My Gramma’s cookies had a way of triggering silly memories long ago. Their warm, crispy, chip melting goodness always sent me back to childhood fun. At Christmas, when we’d drop our teeth into a warm, sweet cookie one of us would find a surprise- a cat hair tucked inside- making us all shiver with the willies and the giggles.
Now, when my mom or I mix up these cookies- it’s like we are keeping her memory alive and we celebrate her life every time we bake them for those we love.
Remembering is still important to me.
After taking the cup, he gave thanks and said, “Take this and divide it among you. For I tell you I will not drink again of the fruit of the vine until the kingdom of God comes.”
And he took the bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to them, saying, “This is my body given for you; do this in remembrance of me.”
In the same way, after the supper he took the cup, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in my blood, which is poured out for you…” Luke22:14-20 (NIV)