As I think back on my first cooking experiences I remember helping with preparing evening meals with my mother directing the processes. I also remember the special foods my grandmother made. She made a chiffon cake she whipped the eggs by hand even after getting a hand mixer. She made a donut-like pastry called grebble. Her technique and method was measuring everything with her hands. She knew the exact texture and consistency for her specialties. They always seemed to come out perfectly. I can still remember the aroma of her home.
The memories of cooking tug at my heart and make my tummy rumble. No matter how I cook today those foods prepared with my mother and grandmother can never be duplicated because the secret ingredient was their special love.
Lois G. Johnson
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