GiGi's Pickled Peaches
What keeps me motivated is not the food itself but all the bonds and memories the food represents.
When I see this recipe card — which I treasure in my mom's handwriting — I immediately envision my Grandma Syble (who the great-grandkids renamed GiGi) standing at her cooktop, filling canning jars, and tinkering around the kitchen while I sat at her dining table listening to and absorbing every word she said.
I also remember that Grandma Syble's friends at the bank where she worked as a teller felt cherished every time she gifted them with a cute jar of her pickled peaches, usually decorated with a scrap of fabric and a ribbon tied in a bow around the canning ring. That's a tradition I love to carry on!