Last night I attempted to make my Grandma's Sunshine Chicken for the first time. At first, I couldn't find the recipe so I had my sister Janine email it to me. Later, while going through various cookbooks in the kitchen I discovered a copy of Grandma's handwritten recipe card for Sunshine Chicken tucked away in one of these obscure books. I consider this discovery one of the tender mercies that Elder Bednar talks about.
I loved following her handwritten notes as I measured and mixed each ingredient. I miss her. It has been 6 months since she return home to her Heavenly Father. Grandma lived a full life of 99 years.
I put the chicken in the oven then left the house to take Savannah to a class. 20 minutes later, I walked into a house that seemed from another time. For a brief moment I was taken back to the house in Carlsbad, smelling Grandma's cooking. It brought such a feeling of comfort—just as Grandma's cooking always did. The next 40 minutes as I smelled the dinner I couldn't help but turn my thoughts to Grandma and all the wonderful memories I had with her. Then my family gathered around the table and I told my children that this was a dinner that my Grandma would cook for me when I would come to visit. Just as we had begun to enjoy the meal I heard my laptop ringing--someone was calling my iChat. And who could it be, but Grandpa! We opened the chat and enjoyed a few moments with him--sharing that we were enjoying a dinner of Grandma's Sunshine Chicken. It was a perfect complement to a perfect meal. Who knew that Grandma's Sunshine Chicken would bring so much sunshine to my soul tonight? I love you Grandmama! Thank you.
