Today, my Writer's Workshop contribution is inspired by Prompt #4: "I picked up the phone and I could not believe what I was hearing..."
My Nana, a sturdy, giving woman who originally hailed from Demopolis, Alabama, sincerely believed in the restorative qualities of a home-cooked meal. Nana cooked Southern. That always meant lard, which is probably one of the reasons my Daddy's Mama died at the relatively youngish age of 78. Hardening of the arteries, the doctor said. Lard will do that to a body.
But Nana also baked Southern, too, and her specialty was pies. If anyone she knew was in a world of hurt, she'd "whip up a pie." In my childhood estimation of the world & its wonders, a pie always equalled getting better.
I've been carrying on my Nana's legacy the last couple of months. When we found out that our friend Carmen faced a longterm battle with breast cancer, I knew just what to do. I baked her a pie, of course
That first one, back in September, was of the blueberry variety, a recipe acquired from my SIL. Fresh blueberries, sugar, cinammon & a secret ingredient, all shoveled into a Pillsbury crust, baked & delivered to Carmen's kitchen counter.
The next was a yummy concoction that originated with the Silver Palate chicas. Apple in origin, this pie was a veritable, delicious mess, as its contents burbled & bubbled and overflowed my extra-deep pie plate. I haven't been able to get all of the caramelized apples scraped off the bottom of my oven yet, but I know that particular pie was a hit with Carmen y familia. How do I know this? Got the pie plate back the next day.
Carmen had successful surgery, with a decent prognosis, and was still recovering when she learned that something might be amiss with her lymph nodes. The surgeon suggested going back in, just in case. I suggested a banana cream pie, & delivered said creation to her doorstep two days after she again returned from the hospital.
Carmencita (her Madre hails from Peru; even though Carmen's a grown woman, she's known by the Spanish diminutive of her name) called a couple of nites ago. She got the word on her pathology. There was a catch in her voice when she told me the news.
Tests on the lymph nodes came back negative. Benign. Nuthin'. Nada. Nil. I'm thinkin' a Pumpkin Pie might be in order soon, as a way of celebration. Considering the holidays are on the horizon & all.
I've always been a "glass half-full" kinda gal. I also believe in prayer & the power of positive thinking.