Having been a daughter all my life, and a mother for over a quarter century now – my understanding of what it means to be a mother has broadened, as has my deepening reverence for observing Mother’s Day.
While I don’t remember being a baby, I do vaguely remember sensations and scents. Chanel #5 is what feeling adored and protected smelled like. My mother has always offered her hand in support, loved me no matter what (believe me, as a teen I did not make that easy), and been the first person I turn to to share my excitement whenever good things happen.
As a mother myself, there is not a better feeling in the world than when that tiny hand reached out and wrapped her little fingers around mine for the first time. Motherhood has given my life profound meaning and purpose. In Tatjana I have found the fortitude to weather life’s challenges, in addition to the intense joy and pride she has brought into my life. This weekend I will be celebrating both my mother and my daughter, and grateful to be sandwiched between their generations. What does motherhood mean to you?
Eggs in Purgatory
The first meal I ever cooked was breakfast in bed for my astonished and somewhat alarmed parents, since I was only four at the time. After observing my mother make scrambled eggs morning after morning, and being allowed to help stir while under her watchful eye, I decided I was quite capable of doing it alone. When I make mom breakfast in bed again this Mother’s Day, I’ll be serving up another surprise I learned from watching my friend Chef Joe DiMaggio Jr – eggs in purgatory. This is my rendition I’ve been making ever since that day he whipped up this spicy, oozing yumminess for me before taping the Lost Chronicles of Food here in Los Angeles, dipped toast soldiers into it, and popped it into my mouth to my great delight!