more then just food

In my later teen years up until nearly three years ago my grandfather would sometimes ask us to come to the Hungarian club with him for lunch. He wanted us to go so he could show us off to his friends and spend time with us. We went because it was the right thing to do and also for the langos, a fried Hungarian bread. I now wish that we had gone more often for grandad and am glad that we went the last time he asked us to go before his heart attack.

So tonight I had a go at making langos to have with our dinner and while we were eating it I told children why the bread is special to us {my daughter then told my husbandwhat I said just in case he missed it sitting next to me}. Everyone liked it and I have a feeling that this wont be the last time it is one our table {though being fried bread we might just save it for special times}.
But I wont be making it just for the bread, I will be making it for the memories and the connection it has to my grandparents.

{My brothers and sisters (misus my two brothers who were not born yet), myself and my grandparents. I am the one with my elbow on my grandfathers shoulder.}