For as long as I can remember I have baked, first under my mothers’ watchful eye and then finally graduated to be on my own in the kitchen. I was ruling the kitchen. I was baking and tearing the kitchen literally apart when I first started and then learned to clean as I went along. It took many a lecture from Mom and Dad , that it was my total responsibility to clean after I made the mess.
” Oh what a mess I made—all by myself! Now I can laugh about it, but then I didn’t”
I guess I am so much like my grandmother, so I have been told . Not only in looks but actions too. Well, I don’t mind being called ‘Esther’. That was my grandmother. She was a “Darn Good Baker ” and just a “Plain Good Woman”. Sp, No, I am Not ashamed of that at all.
My grandmother could put together the Best Jam Cake Ever. She would serve it at Christmas with a Bowl of fresh made fruit salad. I ‘m talkin’ a Big BOWL> Everyone raved over that salad and cake.
One in a million that woman was. I love the fact that I am so like her. At least I have learned how to cook and bake much like her.
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