Heartwarming

I'm a part of my moms story and she a part of her cousins childhood lives. In a long about way, I was deemed part of thier lives too.

There are so many stories we are a part of, sometimes without your active part in it you live those lives in those stories. One such story started many many decades ago, when my grandma (my naani) passed away when my mom was a little girl. For a large part she grew up at her mama's home. I feel a rawness when i think of my grandma whom i'm named after.

Anyway, all her cousins she grew up with live in CT, so that story took me on a drive to meet my mama, mami, khala's and khalasaabs in West Port, CT. All 3 cousins of my mom, and one in Boston. Sunday was chosen as the day for all of us to meet. So now I was scratching my head wondering what would we take for someone who has everything, who has lived here for more than 4 decades. After little thought and browsing old mags, i figured nothing like a homemade cake or bread. Shopped for loaf pans, tea napkins and scouted my basement for twine and ribbons. And lo! this is what i made....

My homemade Pumpkin spice bread

Last sat am i started my share of baking, then let it cool down to finish the icing, then used my magic wand to wrap them up.

After I wrapped them up !

Last sat am i started my share of baking, then let it cool down to finish the icing, then used my magic wand to wrap them up. 

PA to CT

Sun early morning, as V left for SF, ammi, T and I drove for 3 1/2 hrs to meet uncles and aunts that i have never met, but only spoke to and heard of. the best part is