The Mask of Longing
Often when we long for one thing that craving is simply a mask for the thing we really want. When I crave Grandma Stamm’s macaroni and tomatoes, boiled potatoes, or chocolate cake, it’s not the taste I want. No one can ever duplicate her cooking even if they follow her recipes to the letter. Grandma made those with her special love, and that’s what I really crave. Grandma died twenty years ago, and I still long to spend time with her.