
I passed the recipe on to my sister in Louisiana and it was a big hit with her family. Today while I was cooking the soup, my hubby kept saying how it smelled so good. I can feel Gram's presence when I cook her soup and the smell brings me back to her kitchen. I even use her spoon that she used, which was passed down to me.
Something very strange happened when I tried to snap several pictures of the recipe to post with this picture. The picture would not capture the words of the recipe. It kept turning white, like nothing was there. I don't know the meaning behind that, but, I left it alone.
Thanks Gram for remaining near and dear to my heart. The tradition will go on.