I saw the social media post of a friend posting a picture of my mom’s special pumpkin bread that she had baked. My lungs deflated.
It’s fine. It’s great.
After all, I had shared the recipe when my friend requested it. Happily shared it. Our daughters had enjoyed countless tea parties starring the cakey, harvest-gold pumpkin bread. Tea parties at our house have become synonymous with pumpkin bread.
But this was different. Here on social media, my friend’s freshly baked bread caught the attention of others who didn’t know me. Didn’t know my mom. Didn’t know…that she was infamous for her pumpkin bread. She came bearing it to gift all her friends, her dentist, her doctor. People often ordered loaves of it, so they’d have it to give to others.
And now: Strangers asking my friend for my mother’s recipe!
You gave the recipe to her, now let it go.
A few days later, a neighbor lady texted me and asked for the recipe. My oldest child rode on the school bus she drove for years. And for years I gave her a loaf of pumpkin bread at Christmas—like my mom would have done.
Amid heart pangs, I mulled over what my response should be.
Well, how do you want to be? Do you want to hoard your mom’s recipe? Keep it just for you?
I don’t think it’s wrong for anyone to keep their secret recipes…secret.
But I decided I didn’t want to. This is one way to honor the memories of my mom . So I texted my neighbor lady back and gave her the recipe.
I also wrote, “This was my mom’s recipe. Enjoy.”