For Christmas this year my mom handed me a box. Inside was a flour sifter. I thought for a moment that she was trying to hint that I should be baking more (perhaps this rings true!), that was until I saw the envelope in the box. She gifted me with a pasta-making class, something for us to do, together. I was thrilled to learn to make pasta sure, but mostly that she went beyond the gift card or Bath & Body Works lotion idea. She thought long and hard about me, about something we could do and enjoy as a team.
Finally the day came and we donned our white restaurant style aprons, bags of tools in hand and headed down the street. The class was small and cozy, the instructor a wonderful Italian woman who knew her stuff. She talked of years of pasta-making, the process of making her own sauce, the history behind her non-measuring, muscle-induced kneading, precise cutting ways. We laughed and chatted, I snapped photos with flour covered hands (do you expect anything less?), my hard working mom let go of life for a bit and we had fun.
I wish I could write the process of making pasta, but I think I might have to take the instructor up on her offer to call with questions as I attempt it again this weekend! Instead I hoped to share with you what a gift this time was with my mom. What a treasured evening we had. I hope to tuck this memory away and hang on to it, remembering how special it was to receive a gift of time together.
What are your treasured memories of gifts of time together? Share below, I’d love to read them!
