

Ada pictured with her bounty of cookies (thanks Aunt Janet) Marie all dolled up on her pony!
Ada.
Ada was a women of strength, I sensed that even when I was young. She had worken hands, her brown skin wrinkled over large knuckles told me she was no stranger to the labor of love. Her labor; cooking. I don't remember too much about Ada, other then her cooking and sweet smile. Grandma Ada's home was one that contained a pet rock (this fascinated me), rhubarb (my most favorite treat) and the scent of garlic/dill/dough.
Two things I long to taste one last time:
Grandma Ada's Peanut Brittle....it was insanely good. Nothing I have tasted since could even come close to the "brittle" flavor. Her Brittle was light and rich with flavor. It had a gloss on it so clear you could almost see your reflection. It was a delight; it was also buttery !
Grandma Ada's Dill Pickles....I don't know what she put in these suckers and I don't care! THEY were awesome. They were tangy and garlicky; they were the best!
I'm ashamed....I long ago had lost the memory of Ada.
Marie
Oh boy, Marie was such a little stinker! She was strong in a delicate way. Her strength lay in her seduction and comedic behavior. She was forever making me laugh. Grandma Marie was my very best friend for many years. She made smoking look sexy and she wore blond better then Marilyn any day of the week!
Grandma Marie had the gift of creation. She could take a pile of crap, spray paint it, hot glue it and attach it more crap and it would be awesome!! I can either thank her or blame her for my fascination with spray paint and bottled liquor.
Grandma Marie was beautiful and she knew it. I used to think she was so glamorous with that Pall Mall hanging out of her mouth and her beer in a glass. All the women I knew drank their beer out of the can, but not Grandma Marie.
Grandma Marie was special. The memory of her most often dampens my eyes.
Two strong women....Ada & Marie
And so.....a name is born!
Ada Marie's Bagels. I thank them, for now I have a name.
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