I was in a cooking mood this weekend and went to the freezer to find some meat. I had been talking to Karl about cooking some lamb. He doesn't get real excited about it, but he says that he will try anything. Karl likes lamb; I think he is scared of my cooking sometimes. Anyway, I called Amy and asked her how long she cooked her lamb and what temperature she cooked it on. Karl apparently had it one time at her house and loved it...As if competing with his mom isn't enough; now I have my own blood to come up against! I seasoned it like Amy told me and then we put it in the oven before we walked out of the door for class on Sunday morning.
When church was over and we came home; we walked in the door and the smell brought back so many memories of waking up at mom's house on Thanksgiving morning and smelling lamb cooking. Memories of knowing that dad would be in the kitchen cutting the leg of lamb and mom would be running around in her housecoat getting things in order, being with my sisters and
mom, sharing a bathroom with two girls and now three other boys, knowing the parade would be on even though none of us had time to sit and watch it (except when the bands performed), calling Aunt Betty’s house and reaffirming what time we were supposed to be late (I mean there), working out who was going to go with whom so that there would be two people getting ice, one picking up Mama Denton and Sue and the other to take the food, being worried what we looked like when no one else cared, and knowing that there would be some serious game playing and leaf raking that afternoon. My house smelled like mom's and I had to just sit and tear up for a few moments.
Some days I miss Mama Denton and Aunt Betty like crazy. There have been so many times I wanted to pick up the phone and call and give Aunt Betty a hard time or hear Mama Denton's sweet voice. I am so grateful we have my momma; who couldn't be any more like them.
Anyway, the lamb was GREAT and I became an equal with Amy's cooking for lunch!
