My grandma's older sister died years ago from ovarian cancer. No symptoms, just some bloating. I remember my grandma talking about how the doctors wouldn't listen to her sister, blew her off. Vanity sometimes can save your life, she would tell me, especially if you're bloated, then something's wrong. Take note.
I get emails from my 80-something year old grandma fairly often. She tells me about her day, what I should be doing with my life, and how much she loves me and the little man. Most often though, in these periodic emails, my lovely and spry grandmother indicates that I don't highlight cake enough on this blog. Then every now and again she includes a recipes for a cake, but this one really struck me.
I hadn't thought about my Great Aunt Bernice in a long time. A woman who lived by herself on a ranch, I remember her being tan and thin, her face lined, she wore clothes from the thrift stores long before necessary. I still think of her as being very strong and independent. It's been so very long since she died.
Bernice died there, up on her mountain, just as she wanted to, and they brought her body down in a rolled up rug, at least that's the story I remember. Anyhoo - moral of the story, I can see (in my mind's eye) this rugged woman, up on the hill, at her ranch, NOT PEELING HER APPLES. Know what I mean? Why take that extra step? I won't, because, as you can see, GG feels strongly about it and I won't do it. Promise.
I'm pasting exactly what GG Mary wrote in her email below:
I WANTED TO GIVE YOU THIS RECIPE THAT BERNICE ALWAYS MADE. IT IS SO EASY AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO PEEL THE APPLES.