The Picture, you see above, has a specialness to it. Is that a word? Well, in my grammarless vocabulary, it is.
I first saw it at a “ma and pa shop” I worked at years ago. I felt a special bond to it. But I could not find out why, until recently.
Here’s the reason:
Ain’t I cute?
As a little child, I had a fascination with baking. Funny thing though; I didn’t do much of it.
Why? Because my mom was the best baker. I never thought that I would ever amount to the skills she had in baking…AND in cooking. There was one time she was actually going to make a cookbook, but it never came about.
My mom now has Alzheimer's. We are blessed it is a mild case. But we have lost a little bit of her. And one of those things is her wonderful cooking and baking.
Now that I’m slightly older than that there picture, I have found a LOVE for baking. Mainly cookies. “Life’s Short Eat Cookies” is my motto…and my hips motto too.
Anywho, with my mom’s memory loss for baking, I have decided to take it upon myself to be like her. Not just for the baking and the cooking, but for the commitment level she had in serving others. And maybe, JUST MAYBE, I’ll be able to write that cookbook for her.
First On The Agenda: To Tackle the MILLIONS of recipe cards, magazine clippings, etc.
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FYI: Correct my grammar, if you must.
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