The grandmother she will never know

Given I was an accidental child – my mother was 47 when I was born – and my little girl arrived a little after I past the age of 40 it is no surprise that both of my parents are gone. In some senses sad, for despite having two much older siblings my little girl is my parents only grand child.

But the reality is that my parents will be alive for my daughter.  Not in the way her paternal grandparents are – with hugs and kisses, and Skype and visits, watching her grow up.  But alive in the stories I will make a point of telling her.  But even before she hears the stories, my mum, her grandmother, is already giving her something – mini pikelets.  My mother was known as the pikelet queen, and little pikelets are very good for someone who is learning to feed themselves.  I use my mother’s recipe, making them child size. So even though my daughter will never meet her maternal grandmother my mum is indirectly feeding my daughter.  Thanks Mum, you will never know the mother I became, and that does make me teary.  But your granddaughter loves her pikelets!

Pikelet over 40 mum


  • 1 cup flour
  • 3 level teaspoons baking powder
  • pinch of salt
  • 1&1/2 tablespoons sugar
  • 1 egg
  • milk

Method: Make a well in the centre, drop an egg in (unbeaten) and a little milk.  Stir well, adding sufficient milk to make a batter consistency.  Heat fry pan, grease lightly and drop small spoonfuls on. Turn when bubbles appear.  (I wrap them in pairs in glad wrap and freeze them)