RUGELACH

August 11, 2017

As I have been thinking about the visions in my life, I began to think about one evening when we had a local author, Mary Grace, here to talk about her book Communion of Saints: Talking with God and Grandma. One of the things she talked about was asking for a sign from those who have transcended. I remember asking for a sign of my mother’s presence as she is one of the people I miss most in my life.

What happened the next 24 hours was nothing short of the presence of the Divine. I was looking at the front cover of the book and all I could see were my mother’s rugelach where the candles were. That night I woke up several times during the night smelling cinnamon coming out of the oven. I would wake up and walk down the hallway thinking I had left the oven on, but it was off.  I checked all my candle warmers thinking I had put cinnamon melts in my warmers, but I had not. So I came to the realization it was you sending something I would recognize as my mom letting me know she was with me. So thank you.

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If you have been keeping up with my working my way through the alphabet, you know I just wrote my R blog last week (R is for Risotto). Today, however, was my mother’s birthday. She left this world in 2001 and is the one who in numerous ways fed my love of cooking and baking. So today, I just want to celebrate my mother and the gifts she gave me in our kitchen growing up on Kingsland St in Nutley, NJ

My mother inherited a legacy for baking from her mother. While cooking was not her forte, baking was. The two things I remember her baking the most were her rugelach, which I made a few weeks ago. 

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