My Favorite Kitchen Companion

Even though I was only 4 years old, I remember the day like it was just yesterday. My Mom and I working hard in the kitchen making a heart shaped cake for Valentine's Day for the boys. She let me help make the cake and ice it with pink icing and decorate it with red candy cinnamon hearts. (I also remember being covered head to toe in red dye from all the candy hearts I had eaten while assisting). I loved being in the warmth of the kitchen with my Mommy. While I lost my Mom when I was 9, I look back and cherish those memories.

When I was older, I spent most of my Spring Breaks and summer vacations with my darling Grandmother in Indiana. My Grams (as I call her) would let me have free reign of the kitchen when I would visit. Oh how I loved to bake cookies and help her fix meals. She never complained that I was under foot or that I made mess making one of my "creations". I learned so much from her.

As soon as I thought Sissyboo was ready to stand on a chair without assistance, I wanted her in the kitchen working alongside of me. It has always been my dream to have my children help me cook and bake. Not for wanting them to be put to work or the like, but to have them close and know that I cherish them.

So recently, Sissyboo and I made our first loaf of Pumpkin bread.



Sissyboo took her job very seriously. She poured, mixed and stirred all with the greatest of ease. I was so proud. Like as with my own Mom, I will always cherish having my children in the kitchen alongside of me. Even if they make a mess, messes can be cleaned, but memories can never be erased.