Memories are curious things. We carry them with us everywhere we go. Most of the time they are silent passengers in our hearts and minds. Sometimes we don’t even recall them until we hear a certain song, smell a particular aroma, or see something that awakens them to our conscious mind.
Door Number 11 opens into a very fond memory, indeed.
The holiday season is in full swing. I attended the holiday potluck brunch for my quilt guild this morning. We had a great time showing off recently completed quilts, playing games, and eating. There were so many great dishes and desserts. The first thing I noticed were the two plates of devilled eggs. That made me smile.
Last year, when I started to write in Advent calendar form, I was inspired by reading my grandmother’s recipe for devilled eggs. They symbolized the kickoff to the holiday season. Seeing them on the buffet tables at brunch this morning made me happy. Little yellow spots of sunshine, each one a memory of a holiday season with Nana. A delightful, early Christmas gift.
I thought it only appropriate to share a picture of the devilled eggs I made from my grandmother’s recipe. Bonus content: the platter is on top of a quilted table runner I made. I highly recommend the devilled eggs. And if you can, learn to quilt and join a guild. Quilters really know how to throw a party.
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