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Ahhh, cooking. The creation of
life giving sustenance created in the laboratory of your
kitchen. It warms the heart and fills the tummy of
those you love and hold dear to see them eat until they
are satisfied. Knowing that what you have prepared
and served will give them proper nutrition to keep them
healthy and flourishing.
I began cooking when I
was about 6 years old. Back then,
things were done pretty much from scratch.
My sister and I wanted to surprise our
parents one Saturday morning. As they
slept (we thought) we got up and started
cooking. Bacon, eggs, coffee,
biscuits.
I later learned they were
laying in bed, listening to us get things
prepared, smiling.
Coffee at that time was
made in a percolator, on top of the stove.
You had to really watch it or you'd have one
big mess to clean when it percolated all
over the stove. Let it percolate too
long and the coffee would be too strong.
Not long enough and the coffee was weak and
transparent. Things have really
changed over the years
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