Mommy Dory (as everyone calls her) is my husband's grandmother. She is one of the greatest influence in our marriage, and I'm sure to my husband's siblings and their families too. Her life of 90 years was fully lived. A life that was self-less, filled with her hard work and dedication. She was religious and faithful until the end. Even when memory failed her, she would still pray. She was funny, oh her jokes will make you blush... and don't make a mistake in her presence (especially when cooking with her) or else you will never hear the end of it... oh how she was feisty.
As she laid in bed, fighting for her life, I saw the profound beauty of a family. All her three children from all parts of the world beside her... her grandchildren from down under and the US surrounded her. Holding her hand.. the same hand that lovingly cooked our food (she was a wonderful cook), mended our clothes (she was an expert seamstress)... and the same hand that shared all that she had. It was like everyone said to her, "Now it's our turn to take care of you, just like you took care of us, and to say thank you for your love.".
Mommy Dory was my default Wiki-pedia for traditional Filipino food. To celebrate her life, let me share with you posts and recipes I have made in the past...
Her polvoron , those colorful wrapped toasted goodies, never fail to greet us whenever we visit or treats during Christmas....
In my post When Mommy Dory is in the Kitchen, I shared with you the recipe for Lumpiang Shanghai (spring rolls) and how you wouldn't want to mess with her mis-en-place... or you would never hear the end of it... haha!
My Leche Flan post is one post that I'm not so proud of because of my poor execution... but the recipe is from Mommy Dory, she always made flan flawlessly. I cannot duplicate the perfect flan that she prepares and I would always hear my husband say: "Please ask Mommy Dory how she makes hers" A subtle way of saying... Mommy Dory makes it better.
And her dinuguan is to die for. My mother in law doesn't eat dinuguan other than that of her Mom's
I remember the first cooking lesson I had with her a few days after I got married to her eldest grandchild, we bonded over cooking Sotanghon. I will never forget how I was initially terrified by her. But she immediately warmed up to me and through the years we became super close. She made me feel like I am one of her grandchildren. And I know she loved me too - as she was so brutally honest but at the same time so caring towards me.
I love you Mommy Dory!
I love you Mommy Dory!
...and here's to the years you self-lessly shared ... cheers!