I've been puzzling over this random question all morning, but my brain's been so frazzled lately, I couldn't think of a thing - then it dawned on me:
My favorite food memory is baking in the kitchen with my Mother when I was a young girl. She'd let me sit on the counter and help, which drove my Grandmother nuts - that I was allowed to sit on the counter to help bake and watch Mom cooking - but Mom always told her that HER mother had let her and her twin sister do that when they were young, and she loved the fact that I wanted to sit up there and help and watch her bake.
That was when I learned the fine art of licking the beaters, and how to crack an egg properly, and I loved stirring the pot when she was making applesauce from the apples that grew in the backyard.
And now I'm hungry, and believe I'm deserving of a nice kosher cake mix and some frosting tonight.
Lori Basiewicz has been sequestered in an undisclosed location in the United States’ Heartland. Her friends and fellow writers say it is for her own good and that they will release her when she finally finishes her Master’s thesis, succeeds in marketing her first novel, and completes the first draft of her second novel. In other words, she’s never getting out.
Lori periodically escapes protective custody in order to practice aikido. This blog is, quite possibly, her only contact with the outside world.
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I've been puzzling over this random question all morning, but my brain's been so frazzled lately, I couldn't think of a thing - then it dawned on me:
My favorite food memory is baking in the kitchen with my Mother when I was a young girl. She'd let me sit on the counter and help, which drove my Grandmother nuts - that I was allowed to sit on the counter to help bake and watch Mom cooking - but Mom always told her that HER mother had let her and her twin sister do that when they were young, and she loved the fact that I wanted to sit up there and help and watch her bake.
That was when I learned the fine art of licking the beaters, and how to crack an egg properly, and I loved stirring the pot when she was making applesauce from the apples that grew in the backyard.
And now I'm hungry, and believe I'm deserving of a nice kosher cake mix and some frosting tonight.
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