There’s this jalapeño pepper jelly that I’ve made for the past few years. I don’t care much for it, but I use it as gifts since some of my relatives and friends enjoy it. Mom was a big fan, and I’d have to make a couple of batches a year to keep her supplied. She used to put it on her toast.
A few days ago, I had to take Camo out with me and left the two oldest kids home with their Dad. He gave them PB&J for supper. (It’s their favorite meal, go figure…) He used what he though was apple jelly. In fact, it was a half-empty jar of the jalapeño jelly that I made for Mom. She had left it down here when we made sandwiches for everyone on the day that we moved into the house back in November. She just forgot to take it home, and it got lost in my fridge. Surprisingly, the kids loved it!
Today, at lunchtime they requested more of the jelly on their sandwiches. Once again, they told me how much they loved the jelly. I guess I’ll still be making it on occasion. Perhaps they have some of Mom’s genes in them. They must, since Aaron and I won’t eat that flavor of jelly!
That’s one of the things that I love about having kids. I see something of everyone I’ve loved in them.
Munchkin was wondering aloud if they have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in Heaven. I told her that I didn’t know. She thought that if they did, Grammy would be having the same jelly on hers. Perhaps it’s fanciful, but the thought does make me smile, even if it is through the tears…