My family kitchen was always the busiest room in our home. The wonderful smells of baking are embedded in my memory. I remember my mother, letting me stand in a chair pulled up beside the countertop, helping stir up our family meals. I always loved it when she would call me into the kitchen to lick the spoon and bowl of something wonderful she was preparing.
As I grew older, we all joined together in the kitchen to prepare the family meals. Sometimes my Daddy would help fry chicken, while Mama rolled out a large pan of biscuits that we would slather down with homemade butter after she pulled them from the hot oven.
Mealtime and preparing the meals was always an important part of my life. My mother gave me “My First Cookbook”, and I remember cooking the cookies and treats to have ready for my Daddy when he returned home in the evenings from the hot summertime fields. Daddy always bragged about whatever I had made for him. These are special memories that I cherish with all my heart.
I now sit my two grandsons on the countertop to help “stir” up something special. They love helping, and it is important to me to make those memories for them to look back on, as I do. In this fast paced world we live in, I feel it is so important for us to take time out and create memories with my grandsons and cook the memory-making treats I had.
Thank you for the opportunity to look back on my fondest memories of yesterday in my family kitchen.
Irene Brown Bridges
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