Some of my favorite memories are in my grandma’s kitchen. I think that everybody says this but, my grandma is so talented when it comes to food, she can do it all. I would say the best things my grandma makes is baked goods. Her bread is the best thing I’ve ever eaten, I’m scared to go to her house because I will eat to much. When I was little, I used to sit on the counter and watch her cook like it was the coolest thing I had ever seen. She never measured anything with cups or spoons. She would just do it by heart and it always turned out amazing. As I got older, she started teaching me more. She showed me how to bake, cook, and even bbq. Cooking with my grandma with wasn’t just about food. It was about patience and paying attention. I learned that rushing usually ruins things, and that small details matter. Even now, when I bake on my own, I still follow the small details she thought me for perfection.
Cooking has become something I do when I’m stressed or bored. It clears my head. Every time I pull something out of the oven, I feel happy, not just because it tastes good, but because it connects me to her. It’s something she gave me that I’ll probably carry for the rest of my life.