Tales of Traveling, Baking and Memory Making™
Walking among the produce, I am drawn to the bright yellow bunches of bananas. I imagine that I will eat one every day to begin a healthy regime. So I buy a bundle of these curved yellow tropical fruits feeling almost like I am starting a diet. Well, that feeling […]
I remember as a child, Momma putting vegetables in the crisper also known as the drawer in the fridge that was designed to prolong the freshness of produce. Daddy always called it the rotter because oftentimes things would be forgotten until someone noticed a stench emanating. Celery often turned to […]
When I think of apples, I think of Daddy and how he entertained his grandchildren and great-grandchildren with his apple peeling skills. He always kept a sharpened pocket knife in his pocket. Starting at the top of the apple near the stem, he would slowly trim round and round. He […]
For me, half of the fun in making a cake is the feeling of creativity. I can be an aspiring artist. Well, Momma never had those aspirations I am sure. She had no time for fancy decorations although occasionally on birthdays, she would add those edible letters. You know the […]
As a child, I remember my maternal grandmother, Ethel, puttering in the kitchen. She had a large stoneware crock that held the flour. She had a can of lard and a pitcher of milk nearby. Gently patting the flour and making a well in the middle to hold the milk, […]
Momma believed everyone should have a hardy breakfast whether you needed or wanted it. There were no local places to purchase breakfast and there certainly was no extra money to have that luxury even if it was available. Schools provided only lunches and Momma made sure we had those coins […]