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| Dyllen models the same apron |
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| Spirit Bead in her apron |
You would probably think that by my age I would be a decent cook. Wrong! My mom was an amazing cook and could make the most wonderful dishes. Part of that may have been due to my dad's constant demand of high quality food. He grew up in a large family and they kept everyone fed with simple foods and lots of bread to help fill everyone up. Dad ended up rejecting foods that reminded him of his childhood and it was fairly common for our family to eat dinner around 10 p.m. since Mom worked full time and the fancier recipes took considerable time to prepare. I learned how to make a few minor dishes, but never learned to cook at my mom's level. Want coleslaw or chocolate chip cookies? I'm your girl!
My cooking disasters are legendary and my kids practically have anxiety attacks when I say I'm trying something new in the kitchen. Just when I was getting pretty good at baking desserts, my dear husband was diagnosed with diabetes. In an interesting twist of irony both of our sons have ended up cooking professionally. I'm going to take credit for their talent since I'm certain my cooking inspired them to learn how to do it "right."
Wearing the apron from Grandway was so exciting. It made me feel like I could actually cook! I even decided to try making candied yams without using a can opener. The results were mixed. I didn't have enough sweet potatoes, so the sugary sauce was overly abundant. The marshmallows on top looked so amazing when I pulled the pan out of the oven. Unfortunately, they deflated and nearly disappeared as the dish cooled down. Our extended family thought the extra "sauce" was perfect for dipping the Christmas ham into as we ate. I love my family for finding the silver lining to my culinary catastrophies!
I recruited Dyllen, our youngest son's girlfriend, to show how the apron looks for the average sized woman. Want an awesome apron for yourself? I will be drawing the name of one lucky reader to receive The Lindy apron. To enter, leave a comment about your cooking memories here on this post. For a second entry, go to my post about this apron on Surviving the Etsy Madness and leave a comment there. The drawing will be January 5, 2013.
**Disclaimer - Grandway provided me with the apron pictured in exchange for writing a review of it and sent an extra apron to give to one of my readers. All the opinions expressed are completely my own.
The apron winner is posted on Surviving the Etsy Madness.
39 comments:
My favorite kitchen memory is from when I was nine years old. We were supposed to drive 4 hours on Christmas eve to my Grandmas house in upstate New York but we woke up to a blizzard and were snowed in. There was really no food in the house since we had planned on being at grandmas for the week, so when the power finally came back on, my mom let me help her make a meatloaf in the shape of a turkey (sort of) and we had Christmas dinner at home. We also decorated our potted ficus tree with a paper chain since we didn't have a Christmas tree. It was the simplest Christmas I ever had and I always remember it as the best!
making homemade mac an cheese casserole with my gram. she used to wear aprons all the time.
Cooking anything with my grandma was a funny time. She was not a cook and never would have been.
maria_nay@hotmail.com
cooking with my oldest daughter has always been a favorite activity of mine. We talk, laugh, it's always a great time :)
I love making the caramel popcorn recipe that my grandma gave to me
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I love seeing so many grandma memories. My grandma used to do so much cooking for every holiday. The assortment of homemade pies she did every Thanksgiving would probably make most of us faint. Where did she get the energy to do all that?
I remember growing up I used to always watch my mom fix things. Then one day with my best friend at the age of 11 years old, we thought we would pretend we had a restaurant, so I went to make eggs and cracked a lot in one frying pan and didn't understand why it wouldn't cook instantly like it looked like it did when my mother cooked them. (It looked like it only took 1 minute when.. I had about 20 eggs in one frying pan.. lol) Yes, I loved those days.
My favorite kitchen memory is of how hilarious it must have been to see me make my first meatloaf ever
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Sara mcmanaway
One of my favorite cooking memories was when the extended family got together for Thanksgiving and they let the older kids help, it was a little like an assembly line, we each had our own cooking chore.
New memories I love, my children learning to cook with me. So many fun nights in the kitchen.
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Worst favorite kitchen memory - just took a vegetable lasagna out of the oven and placed on the stove top. I didn't know one of the burners was still on so when I picked up the pan it shattered in my hand. The new name became flying vegetable lasagna!
Angie
I have a lot of memories as a child making homemade jam with my grandpa. I always love doing it with her
angukena@yahoo.com
A fave kitchen memory is making a small gingerbread house in high school and winning in the contest.
I love cooking with my kids. a favirite memory is working with my daughter learning fractions. she would cook with me, but I would never give her all the measuring cups. so she would have to figure out how many 1/2 cups in 2 cups of flour, etc,
These are really cute aprons. I never thought of an apron being cute before this. Awesome!!!!
Cookie with the generations in my family!
I am still learning to cook as a newlywed, so it has been an interesting experience!
My favorite memory is from Thanksgiving with my father making stuffing. He let me make it while he told me the importance of each ingredient and how he learned to make it. I do the same thing with my kids each year now to pass on the tradition :)
I grew up cooking with my grandma, but her talent didn't really transfer to me. Still, I enjoy spending time in the kitchen with my own kids now. We like making simple things like waffles...
my second favorite memory owuld have to be, baking cookies for christmas gifts last year. my son was barely a month and half old and i was baking and mixin with one hand and nursing with the other arm lol it was an experience. i commentd on the other blog with my favorite :) thanks so much senior06chs@aol.com
I also remember making banana bread with my Lysander I forgot to put in the baking soda and the bread was awful! I will never forget soda again!!
My favorite memories in the kitchen are with my mom. May she Rest in peace. We used to prepare dinner together every night for my dad and 3 brothers. We made everything and anything in that kitchen! From baking to good 'ol fashioned guisados!
My favorite kitchen memories are threefold: cooking with my children in our kitchens over the years, cooking with my mother in her kitchens, and being with my grandmother as she cooked in her kitchen.
Nancy
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One of my favorite kitchen memories is making my first pie, at age 7. I was making pecan pie, and it was a surprise for my mom. I didn't know what Karo syrup was, so I used imitation maple-flavored pancake syrup. It was syrup, right? The pie came out soft like pudding, but it tasted great!
The day after I got married I gave him chicken noodle soup for supper He looked at me funny. I did not know how to cook.
I enjoyed baking alot when I was young. :)
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I love making hard candy with my kids. They love to draw designs in the powdered sugar and then I pour the candy into their design. Then the hardest part for all of us is waiting for the candy to cool so we can dig in.
Another one of my favorite memories is of my sister baking cookies and pies. She is a great baker and everything turns out tasting and looking good.
Another favorite cooking memory are the few times in my marriage that my cooking has miserably failed. I do well almost all the time, but my husband and I still laugh about three disasters in particular...
1. Cooking a snow goose the neighbor shot (UGH!)
2. Bad French Fried Onions on a casserole
and...
3. A sausage recipe using tomato soup that went wrong...and turned the sauce pink.
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I adore and collect aprons. My grandmother gave me three of my favorites. She and I made butter lambs for Easter (Polish tradition) and I did a university project on our cooking traditions.
When my husband and I first got married I would find lots of food I had cooked in the trashcan after dinner. Finally I asked my husband if he liked to cook. He said he didn't mind it. I told him he was cooking from now on. He asked why. I told him about the food in the trashcan and asked if he wanted to continue this conversation. He wisely said no.
One of my favorite memories is of baking Christmas cookies and my Mom and Grandma in a an apron. They even made an apron for me! Still making cookies...guess I need an apron.
Watching my momma bake. I still do!
One of my absolute fondest memories in the kitchen was with my father's mother as a child. She had grown up a very poor farmer's daughter and married to become an even poorer farmer's wife, mother to eight children, so she had all sorts of neat tricks in the kitchen to help stretch a dime. She used to allow me to have (what I thought were) the strangest snacks, like saltines and mayo or creamed corn, which seemed utterly magical to my childhood self. The day that she taught me to make her melt-in-your-mouth buns was definitely one of the best days that I ever spent with my grandmother. They were always the centerpiece of every meal that she made, and to be trusted with the recipe was exhilarating. To this day, I still can't make them exactly as good as she did, but I still remember the smell of that first batch I had ever helped with baking.
My best memory was while making slap biscuits with my nuderma back home in Louisiana as a little girl. Slap em in the pan, pat it with water and cook till a little burned up top. Best memories ever!
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Cooking memories always include my mom. She wore an apron whenever she cooked or baked. She preferred an apron that tied around the waist without a bib. I like to wear an apron with a bib. I'm pretty messy when I cook.
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Every Thanksgiving my mom cooking the turkey and how good the house smelled! :-)
jlapage@labiomed.org
suebunting1977at(gmail)dot(com) baking with my daughter is always messy and fun!
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