“The best families have fruit, some sweet like berries and some sour like citrus, a few nuts for variety, the grains of flour holding us all together, a splash of rum to warm the spirit, but the best part is the proverbial cherry on top – that’s you my dear,” Granny smiled as she delicately sliced the loaf.
I smiled up at her, briefly acknowledged her musings, and turned back to the text messages on my phone, oblivious to the allusion she made; Granny always drank while she was baking, and the more she drank, the more she tended to speak in innuendos and vague metaphors and the more people tended to smile at her good natured ramblings ignoring their true meaning.
It’s been six years since Granny baked her last fruitcake and ruminated on the spirits of Christmases past; it’s been seven years since I put on the apron taking my place beside the stove, kneading breads, baking cakes, making candy, and drinking rum – the cherry hasn’t fallen far from the tree.
Unbound 
How lovely of your author to step into her grandmothers shoes, or apron as the case may be. So lovely of the grandmother to see the light within the one who would carry on her traditions. Lovely lines ❤
Thank you! This was a little inspired from my own grandmother who always tried to pass on her wisdom. Now that I am older, I see the true brilliance in her words.
So true! With age we discover there is always so much more to know — valuing the trinkets from our elders 😉 Thank you for sharing!