Jaqui's Daily Blog

A New Family Tradition in the Making

I am wondering when an event, activity or happening can be considered a Family Tradition. I mean, how many iterations of the event, happening or activity are required before it receives Family Tradition Status? Is there a period of time over which it occurs before it becomes established? And am I - as the self-appointed determiner of our own Family Traditions - able to set the rules to suit myself?


I ask because a new, and rather splendid, Family Tradition appears to be in the making, courtesy of the Darling Granddaughters. It is one I am keen to encourage being, as you all know, one who is Always Thinking About Her Stomach. It can be summed up as Cooking Dinner For the Grandparents ( The Grandparents in question, you understand, being Mr B and I) and was started by granddaughter Eleanor who, with her boyfriend Nathan, took over the kitchen on her last visit to serve up a really rather splendid noodle dish. It was noodelicious - which isn’t a real word, I agree with you, I just made it up but this is, after all, my Daily Blog so anything goes.


Yesterday it was the turn of granddaughter Hazel Bagel who was bringing The Boyfriend to meet us for the first time. They arrived toting several carrier bags from Sainsbury’s (other supermarkets in all probability sell the same ingredients) containing the wherewithal for a chicken curry meal and a deliciously naughty cheesecake. Before heading for ours, our granddaughter had introduced The Boyfriend to the delights of Littlehampton, searching out our family’s names on the Longest Bench, playing Crazy Golf and turning the poor fella slightly green with a stomach churning ride on her favourite thrill in Harbour Park. Littlehampton, I explained, is special because of the memories it holds for us of so many special occasions, days out, Family Beach Days. Possibly, I accept, the ride on the Waltzer may be One To Forget....


 No, I didn’t sent them to work in the kitchen straight away - I am not that shallow, you know. We had a lot to chat about and I was keen to ensure that The Boyfriend felt at home. Whether challenging poor Zac to a game of boules on the lawn was a good way of making him feel at home, I will leave you to decide but I thought it was a good idea. My granddaughter agreed with me though this was almost certainly because she emerged the winner from our Epic Battle of the Boules.


The meal was totally delicious. Mr B was in good form. We warmed to The Boyfriend, not only because he had managed to lose at boules so gracefully, but especially when he promised us to look after our Hazel when the two of them set off on their travels in a few weeks time. She may have the nickname of a humble bagel, but she is very, very precious to us. 


Hazel’s mother, Youngest of the Darling Daughters, tells me that The Boyfriend reckoned talking to me was like talking to an older version of her. As in, we say exactly the same things, tell the same stories, you know the kind of thing.


In the absence of any incontrovertible evidence to the contrary, my darling daughter and I have decided to take this as a compliment. You know it makes sense.


You can probably understand why I think it would be a simply splendid idea if Cooking For The Grandparents became another day of our many and multifarious Family Traditions. It incorporates all the elements of the very best of traditions, in my humble (if biased) opinion, being all about Food and Family and - that most vital of ingredients - Love.

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23.04 | 20:15

lovely and heartwarming - an inspiration to us all x

09.03 | 12:07

Love this story told as ever beautifully.x

10.11 | 21:31

What a super account of a special event. I loved meeting you last night and seeing your creation come together. I’m so pleased you got so much from the activity

07.09 | 13:17

I have broad shoulders x

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