I don’t remember cooking with my mother until I was a teenager. She would tell me what and how to start cooking for dinner.
But let me tell you about my grandkids… They were fascinated with my yellow rubber gloves. I always wore them and pulled a chair up to the sink and washed the bowls and wooden spoons. They would stand on a chair at the kitchen table and stir in the ingredients I put in for cakes and cookies. The oven light was always on so they could watch everything rise and bake. Now my son’s oldest daughter loves my Kitchen Aid mixer. When she visits, we bake everyday. I know she will love the cookbooks and she has Spanish classes in her 7th grade class. Thank you very much.
Sincerely,
Sandy Roland
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