Mom Seipp was the best. Hands down. An amazing hostess, she would put together a table full of the most delicious food on ridiculously short notice. Secretly, I thought she had magical powers, and I'm still not certain that she didn't. She made these stuffed cherry tomatoes that I still dream about. I didn't eat red meat when I tasted them for the first time, but those delightful little nuggets were studded with bacon, and well...we'll just say that was a gateway food for me. When I got engaged, she welcomed my fiance with open arms, and helped me with my wedding planning...even if it just meant feeding me, handing me a beverage and listening to me wax on about dumb little details. She was a saint.
Mom Seipp made everyone who walked through her front door feel like family. Her home was beautiful and immaculate at all times. God bless her, she tried to be so zen when my husband and I brought our two young boys for a brief visit a few years back, and our younger son was quite the terror--zooming around her house and threatening her collectibles with his mere presence. But, she was so sweet about it all. As always...
She approached everything and everyone with humor and love. I wish that I were half the cook that she was. I will never figure out how she stuffed those damn tomatoes, but I sure hope that she shows me when I get to Heaven. In the meantime--Dad Seipp, you can have my share...
