Cookin With Mama

My Mama taught me how to cook. From an early age, she would have me in the kitchen with her, right by her side. It seemed like all things could be learned here.

I had my little apron and step stool so I could reach the counter. My favorite memories are always her and me in the kitchen. It really didn't matter what the food was because in the end it always tasted like magic. You put in these different ingredients and something wonderful always came out. This was also where she showed me how to love, how to laugh, and how to live. She taught me how to care  ...