The first memory she had of her grandmother’s house was the scent of freshly baked blueberry muffins. She loved how the aroma filled the entrance and loved the traces of flour on the surface of the working area. She would draw little hearts and her grandmother would tease and ask if the hearts were meant for her or the muffins, and she would answer the muffins. She loved her grandmother who introduced her to this wonderful world of baking.
She remembered the sweet lemon pies they would make in the summer to accompany the swimming trips and the warm apple cinnamon crumble that would accompany the winter winds. She was her grandmother’s little helper. The person who would hold the rolling pin and the person who would garnish the cake tops with chocolate shavings. She was the person who would cut the two day old bread to cover with the custard, raisins, and nuts and turn it into warm home-made pudding. She would always choose the floral tablecloth and tea set for their days together and would help serve afternoon tea to her family and enjoy every second of their tea time together.
All her free time was spent in the kitchen with her grandmother. she learned everything in regards to the temperatures, recipes, and baking tips. She asked her father for a set of baking pans for her tenth birthday and was ecstatic when she unwrapped the pink wrapping paper and saw them in the box. Her first baking pans.
She always wanted to settle down and start a family of her own. She met Owen once she started college in orientation and things just clicked between them. Her short dark hair and warm hazel eyes penetrated his heart and he knew that she was the woman of his dreams.
They had some joined classes and Owen was so happy to help Catherine with her work. They spent so much time preparing for projects and presentations. After two years of college, Catherine told Owen that she will not be continuing her education and a Diploma was enough. Her grandmother have passed away and she had to go back and spend her summer in the old kitchen. He understood her passion and wished her well but didn’t want to lose her so he promised to take some time to visit her for a week during the spring break.
She walked into the old kitchen and ran her fingers across the top of the working area. Dust in place of flour. She opened the cupboards that once held the dried cranberries and vegetable oil and they were empty. She sighed. She opened the fridge that was once packed with eggs and cream to have an empty space stare back. She took the rolling pin in her hand and started to think of a way to bring life back into her grandmother’s house.
She smiled and started to work on cleaning up the house. She started with the kitchen, then the rooms, and finally the living area. She made sure the place was warm and welcoming as it always was when her grandmother was around. She left the house and came back with bags of groceries.
She started by making a basic vanilla cake. She sliced the vanilla bean and used half in the custard she was cooking on the stove. Her heart skipped a beat when she thought the eggs curdled but was satisfied to see that it all went well. Her grandmother taught her well.
she was expecting her father, mother, and sisters to arrive soon and Owen also confirmed he would be coming over for tea. He had a different plan in mind and coordinated with Catherine’s mom to propose. She was ecstatic to hear and gave her blessings.
Catherine chose the floral table spread and got her grandmother’s floral cups and saucers. She started boiling the water for the tea and was piping creme patisserie in her eclairs when the doorbell rang.
It was nobody. She felt a bit of wind across her face so she had to make sure the draft was managed by closing the windows. Catherine arranged the eclairs, vanilla cake, mini sandwiches, scones, and oatmeal cookies on the table and took a seat next to her grandmother’s chair. She placed a plate with one piece of each baked good and a cup of warm tea as tribute to her grandmother. She was content with the outcome of four hours of baking and felt her grandmother would be proud.
The guests walked in and were impressed. Her sister beamed and Owen didn’t believe she didn’t buy the cakes. She smiled and sat down, making sure every one had a taste of her cakes.
Owen proposed. He went down on one knee and told her how she filled his life with happiness and what an honor it would be if she accepts to be his wife. He slipped the ring on her finger. Her family congratulated them and soon the get together was over.
Catherine was alone in the house, cleaning up and putting things back. It was the perfect day in her grandma’s little home. She was wiping the working area and unconsciously started drawing little hearts. She was exactly where she wanted to be.
“These are for you, grandma,”
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