|this is my grandma, unfortunately I don't have a |
picture of her cooking
My husband is the family chef, but except for bread, which he is quite good at, he isn't fond of baking. The problem is that he likes to cook by taste, which isn't possible when baking, where one has to follow directions and hope for the best. He has never been able to make pie crusts turn out. Last summer he advised the Girl, who likes to bake, that she needed to have her grandmother teach her how to make pie crusts. So this fall and winter we spent several days at Grandma's house, learning the art of pie crusts.
Also she showed her how to make chocolate pudding to go in it.
I was at work and didn't witness the actual creative process, but everything turned out just great.
|I would show you what the filling looked like|
but I got to the fork before I got to the camera.
The Girl is happy because she now knows how to do something no one else knows how to do and can brag about the superiority of her pie crusts. My husband is happy to finally have a decent supply of pie crusts. Grandma is happy to finally have at least one child in the next generation learn this essential skill. And I am happy that the Girl has this one special connection between her and her grandmother, this thing that the two of them alone know how to do.
She doesn't understand its true value yet, but she will someday.