Grandma Frieda’s Love in the Kitchen

My Grandma Frieda came to Jesus at the age of 64. She taught me how to put LOVE IN THE KITCHEN.

My Grandma Freda was a wonderful cook. She put me to work in the kitchen a lot. I loved to visit her because it meant there was always something bubbling away on her stove.

My grandma had a nice garden in her back yard of Minnesota where she grew her own strawberries, green beans, carrots, onions, cucumbers, and zucchini. How wonderful, what a treat for me to be able to go into her garden to pick and eat fresh, sweet, juicy red strawberries! The flavor would explode in my mouth and drip down my young chin. My grandma would laugh at me and say, “You better catch that drip off your chin before it hits your shirt!” and, of course, when she said that, I would look down and that would be that. My shirt would be stained and have to be washed. “Oh well, can’t cry over spilled milk,” she would say.

My grandma taught me how to put love in my kitchen. She never had a driver’s license or drove a car, but she could run a kitchen like nobody’s business. She came to the Lord when she was 64, the only one in my immediate family to profess Jesus as savior, and she had a tremendous influence on me when I was young. I have such fond memories of her and her love for me.

Grandma Frieda’s love for cooking became her way of love for me. The love of Jesus was overflowing in her heart, and though she was in the middle of a family that didn’t know Jesus, she still let His love shine into the lives around her. So, she cooked. I ate. And God’s love became the impressionable memory that still lasts today.

I guess this is why I write cookbooks (I’m working on my next volume, Volume 3). It is so exciting to see all the new recipes fall into place. It includes some of my favorites that my grandma used to make. I look forward to sharing the same love that my grandma shared with me: sweet juicy blessings like the fruitful garden of my Grandma Frieda.

About Wendy Jeub

Yes, Wendy Jeub has brought 16 children into the world, and loves each and every one of them. So much so, she'd welcome more!

  • Sheila(UK)

    Hi Wendy,
    I don’t think we realise when we are young what a huge impact our grandparents make on our lives. Your grandmother sounds like a lovely lady!
    I was hugely blessed to have  both sets of grandparents alive for my childhood and I didn’t lose my paternal grandmother until 2006 when I was 43. I have such fond memories of them as do my own children.
    My paternal grandmother was born in 1917 but sadly her mother died the following day. She was raised by her grandparents who both had a deep faith and a love for Jesus.
    Sadly some people do not value the contribution that older family members make to the family so I would encourage all those people who have grandparents to cherish them.
    I did not visit my grandmother as often as I should have done in later years and I was devastated when she died and still miss her to this day. I hope she knew how much I loved her and I look forward to seeing her in eternity.

    • Wendyjeub

      You are right Sheila we do not appreciate our grandparents as much as we should. Chris and I have none left and it is so sad.

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1160853318 Tammie Page Ewert

    Thank you for sharing your memories. I do love to hear about them and learn more about my friends. :) I often think of my Grandma too and miss her as well. Funny, I never thought of that as a child much though. I do love how ones memory and love for God can trickle down into generations behind, making a difference for all those she left here.

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