~ Al Green
There are
some things that my husband does that make me cry -- but not in a bad way. Today, it was red apples.
A dear friend
of mine's mother died in March. It was a
huge loss for my friend and her family.
My friend's mother was a wonderful woman -- kind, good-hearted, wise, and
funny. She was an honorary grandmother
to my children and I considered her a friend, although she would always tease
me that my husband was her favorite.
For years, we
had been going to my friend's mother's house for Thanksgiving dinner. It was always fun, casual and easy, and
included extended family and friends. My
friend's mother used to make these delicious apples that were peeled, boiled
and colored red. Sweet and delicious,
the apples were a favorite Thanksgiving treat for my husband, who is a
vegetarian. My friend's mother used to
say that they were a pain to make because they took so long, but she knew that
my husband loved them, so she made them.
This year, my
friend hosted Thanksgiving at her house.
It would be bittersweet as it was also my friend's 15th wedding
anniversary. My husband said he would
make the apples and was determined to do so.
We searched for recipes on the Internet and came up with nothing. I told him not to worry about it. But my husband decided to try to make them
without the recipe. He peeled dozens of
apples and tried various things in the kitchen.
I had no idea how it would turn out, but when I went into the kitchen a
while later and saw the peeled apples boiled and red, I could hardly believe
it.
When I saw my
husband carrying the tray filled with the red apples that he had so lovingly
made in honor of a very special woman we all loved, my eyes filled with tears. And I know that my friend appreciated his
kindness, too.
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