Jul. 21, 2011 8:22 am
Updated: Apr. 20, 2015 7:09 pm
I have never participated in a blog, so here goes...
I've wanted to be in the kitchen for as long as I can remember. Even if it was just to make kool-aid (black cherry, preferably) or my parents morning coffee. I used to get in trouble regularly for getting up before my parents on the weekends and cooking when
I was about 10 years old. Mind you I was being scolded between compliments. One of my favorite memories was when I was around 12 and I made a sour cream coffee cake from my mom's Betty Crocker cookbook. My dad came stumbling into the kitchen sleepy-eyed and
asking what that cinnamon smell was.
"Wow that looks good!"
Then my mom came out.
"What is that cinnamon smell?"
We stood at the counter and ate warm coffee cake out of the pan and my parents drank the coffee I made.
"Where did you find that recipe?" my mom asked
I showed her and she marked it.
"We'll have to make this again next weekend!"
I never got scolded for waking up early and cooking after that morning.