Monday, January 17, 2011

Butterscotch Pudding

"Is that Grandma's spaghetti?" my daughter asked my son.

Often my kids have talked about Aunt Peggy's macaroni and cheese.

I remember Aunt Welma's butterscotch pudding, rich and full of bananas.

Last night my daughter made her chicken enchiladas. They are memorable.

My son makes my pumpkin cake.

Mother made the best noodles in the world. None of us have ever been able to copy her 'pinch and dash' recipes.

I'm a firm believer that our taste buds never forget a good thing. They help us recall not only the food, but the person who possessed talent in the kitchen.

Today I'm sitting by a kettle of soup. A fine kettle of soup. I am anticipating something pretty great to come out of that pot.

Every woman who does not like to cook should be surrounded by those who do.

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