It's a pretty friendly place. I've been here about a month and a half and nobody has yet questioned whether my parents were married or told me what my mother was good at.
She was a really good cook. Made wonderful cakes. Most people on the internet who claim to know her don't concentrate on those areas though, or realize that she's been dead for 40 years. It's weird.
My grandmom was the baker of the family. Her pies are still the benchmark in the family, apple, blueberry, peach...and I used to watch her make them...and got to get to spoon up was left of the batter in the bowl. You are enticing wonderful memories from my past!
I spent quite a lot of time growing up with my grandparents. My grandmother could make a feast out of just about anything. I managed to snag one of her recipe books after she passed but I can't make things taste quite as good as she did.
I don't know if we can't, or the ingredients are just different. Different stove and oven, different water plus the chef. Cooking is an art, it really is.
Ingredients is certainly a big part of it. Grandma always had an herb garden. Outside when the weather was warm, inside in pots in the windows during the winter. In addition to her cooking skills, she had green thumbs, fingers, and maybe toes. I swear she could grow corn in an asphalt parking lot.
It's a pretty friendly place. I've been here about a month and a half and nobody has yet questioned whether my parents were married or told me what my mother was good at.
What was your mother good at. We can't have civility as a norm here.
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She was a really good cook. Made wonderful cakes. Most people on the internet who claim to know her don't concentrate on those areas though, or realize that she's been dead for 40 years. It's weird.
My grandmom was the baker of the family. Her pies are still the benchmark in the family, apple, blueberry, peach...and I used to watch her make them...and got to get to spoon up was left of the batter in the bowl. You are enticing wonderful memories from my past!
I spent quite a lot of time growing up with my grandparents. My grandmother could make a feast out of just about anything. I managed to snag one of her recipe books after she passed but I can't make things taste quite as good as she did.
I don't know if we can't, or the ingredients are just different. Different stove and oven, different water plus the chef. Cooking is an art, it really is.
Ingredients is certainly a big part of it. Grandma always had an herb garden. Outside when the weather was warm, inside in pots in the windows during the winter. In addition to her cooking skills, she had green thumbs, fingers, and maybe toes. I swear she could grow corn in an asphalt parking lot.