suhlut
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Neither of my grandmothers ever left any memory of cooking for me. One passed away..when i was around 6 months old... and my paternal grandmother was someone i seldom saw, after the parents split apart. and so..it was my mother.. that cooked. She HATED her kitchen though, so most meals as a child were spent in local restaurants. But when she actually bothered to go in the kitchen.. ooh the Miracles she could create. Sadly, my mother was also the type of woman that insisted that her kitchen..was HER KITCHEN..and everyone else must stay out while she used it. And so, no practicle lessons were ever learned under her wing. LUCKILY.. for whatever reason, her cooking skills must have been hereditary, because all 5 of her children inhereted her abilities to some extent or another. I was lucky in that I inhereted it strongly, as did her second daughter. Her three oldest children were all 12 and older, when I was born... and so my sisters werent only sisters, but also mothered me as well. Pam, her second daughter, has always been the exact opposite of my mother. Her kitchen..has and always will be everyones kitchen and so, Its her that I learned from, by standing at her side..sharing the joys of cooking. The mess wed make, just to bake a homemade apple pie.. lol And so, my kitchen is also a bit of a mixture of both my mother and my sisters.. sometimes i want it all to myself..and sometimes I gladly invite my children in..to learn. And my kitchen is always a huge mess. Flour everywhere.. when I bake. Ingredients spewed all aound ANYTIME I am in there. Just cant cook good food..without there also being a huge mess...is my motto. As a child.. the few times I snuck into my mothers Kitchen when she wasnt around...well.. I have no clue how she ever worked her magic the way she did.. Spices were hardly around. A small spice jar set, that hardly ever seemed to be used, she for sure knew how to use them very sparingly, but still to amazing effect. But we must all remember, back then..spices were EXPENSIVE.. In my first kitchen of my own, I couldnt afford spices, with the very bare minimum making its way home to my cupboards. I then understood why my mother always used them so sparingly. Cost was prohibitive. Then.. I rejoiced.. when I discovered Dollar stores.. Big lots.. General stores sold TONS of spices all at a dollar or less a bottle. I must admit.. I went a lil crazy. Guess I keep worrying that dollar stores...ect might someday stop selling them so cheaply.. cause my cupbards are PACKED with zillions of spice jars. Or.. maybe I have an obsession? lol Much of my cooking, at first, was a zealous attempt at copying the "taste of my Mothers meals" Took at least 5 tries before I was able to copy the exact flavor of her stuffed peppers... but I finally discovered her evil lil secret.. shhhh In a microwave cookbook. (garlic) hehe.. But, sadly... I have never..not once..ever been successful at copying her homemade fudge. I so miss that candy. Her secrets for that, went with her when she passed away.
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