Hallelujah! The Welcome Table

2004 · Book · Maya Angelou

“MY GRANDMOTHER, who my brother, Bailey, and I called Momma, baked lemon meringue pie that was unimaginably good.”

My husband opened the refrigerator door. Sliced eclairs were stacked on every shelf. "I'll never eat another eclair as long as I live," he said. I gave most of the eclairs to friends, to staff, and to the soup kitchen. But I kept one gargantuan loaf as proof that cooking helps me to write. I pulled out the stubborn manuscripts, which to date had resistered me successfully, and suddenly the words spilled out of my pen and onto the yellow pad. A few days after my husband had said he never wanted to see another eclair, I offered him a piece of strawberry shortcake. He smiled widely and enjoyed it immensely. He simply did not recognize the old eclair smothered with strawberries and whipped cream. by Maya Angelou