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Goodbye kitchen sink where I was bathed as a babe.
Goodbye kitchen where the lower cabinet of brightly colored pots was my favorite toy chest as a toddler.
Goodbye kitchen where I made "pinch pies" with my Great Aunt Ruth with bits of leftover pie dough and grape jelly. I was a preschooler, and sat on the counter while we worked.
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Goodbye kitchen where I first learned to measure flour.
Goodbye kitchen where at first I had to stand on a chair to stir a pot on the stove.
Goodbye kitchen where I tried my first real no-recipe experiment. The one that included ramen noodles and red food coloring. Fortunately for you, my readers, that recipe did not survive. I think I was twelve.
Goodbye kitchen where I royally messed up my first attempt at lemon meringue pie.
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Goodbye kitchen where I fell in love with the delight a plate of homemade cookies can bring.
Goodbye kitchen where I prepped vegetables and chicken to make soup with little boys at a day camp ... and passed on the love of cooking to at least a few.
Goodbye kitchen where Grammy made her ever famous miracle soup. (lots of cabbage - someone open a window!)
Goodbye kitchen where I first cooked for my boyfriend - before I officially imported him from South Carolina.
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Goodbye kitchen where I sipped coffee the morning of my wedding.
Goodbye kitchen which has nourished so many beloved friends and family.
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3 comments:
Oh sad! But what happy memories. At least you can take the boyfriend-turned-husband with you. ;)
((hug))
on to the next kitchen. maybe where you can make memories someday with your daughter! pass on the food love :-)
:(
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