For a teenager who is more on the rebellious team of doing what she wants, I love visiting my grandmother. When I was younger she used to take me to the kitchen and show me a few of her traditional family recipes. Maybe I loved her so much, because my mother would always keep me on a strict schedule with no "down-time". My mother never gave me the attention that my grandmother did, coming up.
The only thing mama and grandmother had in common was keeping a clean house. Most of the time my grandfather just sat around the house, reading his newspaper. He enjoyed the comics in the cartoon section, which caught me by surprise. Usually, elderly people liked to sit around and watch television, but not granddad.
"Child, come here," that's how grandmother always addressed me.
I came into the kitchen, "Yes Ma'am?"
She stood at the island dicing apples. "Get an apron and put it around you."
I followed her instructions carefully, learning from an old incident that happened a few years ago. She was cooking and babysitting me, until my mother came to get me from her friday night happy-hour. She happened to be frying some chicken and making potato salad, when I got popped in the forehead by a glob of grease. That dark small spot above my eyebrow looks different from my regular light-skinned complexion.
"Would you like for me to finish dicing the apples?" I asked.
She carefully handing me the knife, "Dice the ones that are already peeled."
"Are you making your famous Autumn Apple Pie?" I could taste it in my mouth.
She smiled and peeled, "Yes baby, I am!"
She walked over to the counter and opened the window over the sink. After, she preheated the oven to 360 degrees. Grandmother walked her wide hipped self over to the radio, and she turned it on. There was this old-school song on that she swayed her hips side-to-side to, getting into her old-school groove. I wondered why mama wasn't as leaned back as grandmother was. It sucked sometimes.
Granddad grabbed the silver aluminum pan, spraying pam in it. He washed his hands and reported back to the dish, using his naked fingers to spread the pam across the surfaces in the pan. He teased me about being born in a new-school error, because to him our music didn't mean much.
"That right there-" he pointed at the radio.
I looked over, "That's real music, huh?"
"You know that's right!" He laughed boldly.
He took pieces of the pie crust, "Why aren't you with your friends?"
"Mom dropped me off here," I kept dicing.
He shook his head, "You're a teenager. SHouldn't you be hanging with your friends?"
I gave a disappointing look, "I should but I'd rather be here with you both."
"Maybe we show her a good time, Rod." My grandmother pulled some spices from the cabinet.
I smiled, "Y'all are better than Mama."
"How is that, Honey?" grandmother asked.
I stopped dicing, "She's too serious and don't know how to let loose."
"Well She's only trying to be a great parent," granddad stated.
My face twisted up, "I doubt it."
"Do you want us to talk to her about it, again?" Grandmother asked.
I shook my head, "No thanks. I want to move in with you guys."
Both of my grandparents stopped moving about the kitchen, and grew silent. I looked at them wondering what their answer would be, because they had an extra bedroom to give. No one came to visit them so why wouldn't they say yes? They loved me too much to tell me no. A knock at the front door sounded and grandmother went to go answer it.
My granddad nudged me in the head and smiled.
"After we have some Autumn Apple Pie, We'll Talk!"
A smile grew to my face, "So is that a yes?"
"Yes!" He answered.
Grandmother returned, "The neighbors are so nice. They gave us some more freshly-picked apples.
"Grandmother I'm moving in," I happily expressed.
She pinched my cheeks, "I'm happy to hear that."
They put the apple slices and the dough strips in a woven sequence. After an hour, the sweet smell of grandmother's Autumn Pie and new beginnings was at my advantage. Momma would be more than happy to let me go, especially if we stuff a spoonful of the sweet apple pie into her mouth. Mama couldn't turn down any opportunities with grandmother's apple pie, even if she tried.