Cooking Class
In seventh grade, at Venice High School, all the girls had to take "Cooking." My first attempt at making a cake at home was almost a disaster. Mom was taking a nap, and I took the big mixing bowl in and woke her up, showing her this big ball of dough. She immediately discovered that I had measured the flour in a 2-cup measure, so my two cups of flour was actually four. She added a few more ingredients, and helped me roll out my dough and we made the BEST cookies ever!
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Mmmmm what good memories. Makes me think of my own childhood memories and the ones my Grandmother used to tell to us. ...the way the sand poofed through your barefoot toes...classic!
Thanks for doing this.
Wendy Cohen
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