One of the those odd things I distinctly remember from my childhood is frequently being forced to eat string beans and beets. I have no idea why mom made those vegetables as a side for us so often, since my sister and I both hated them. And cold, too! I used to hate that salad. Now, of course, I would love it if I could have her make it for me again.
I am having a very hard time believing that in a week it will be two years since she died. It simultaneously seems like a million years since I heard her voice and just yesterday that she was still here.