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| Alee |
Posted - Feb 22 2008 : 7:31:42 PM
My first baking memory is of baking sugar cookies with my mom, Sage and my sister Juliet79. I remember stamping out the shapes of men and animals, rerolling the dough to get more cookies. Then we decorated with frosting and had lots of fun eating warm out of the oven cookies. I think I was about 4 or 5.
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| Moonsanity |
Posted - May 23 2008 : 05:36:52 AM
Wow, I hadn't thought about his in a LONG time! Baking brownies with 4-H-- I can even remember that we made them the first time at our leader's home. Then I entered them in the fair. I don't remember what I won though!
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| brightmeadow |
Posted - May 23 2008 : 05:30:15 AM
I am so glad you started this thread! It brought back lots of memories. I can't remember which one is first, though! I do remember going to Ohio Edison Reddy Kilowatt cooking school with my mom - maybe through the Girl Scouts.
This was probably back in the 1960's - funny now, they were telling us how much better to cook/bake with electricity (As opposed to what? Even my grandma didn't have a wood stove then, and gas wasn't really available in the country....)
I think I still have that old cookbook somewhere...
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| Aunt Em |
Posted - May 22 2008 : 10:22:12 PM
I had the easy bake oven that looked like a Pizza Hut... it takes a long time to bake a pizza with a light bulb. 
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| aimeeravae |
Posted - May 22 2008 : 8:36:40 PM
My gramma Hazel is the ultimate farmgirl. After grampa Rueben died she had to move to town. One way she supplimented the income was with making lefsa to order. I helped her with it from Thanksgiving up to Christmas. Turning the crank on the ricer/grinder she had. omg. I still am sore from it. The just right twist you develope from turning them with the stick. I found a griddle at an auction for $10 and it works perfect. I went right home and made some that afternoon. I hadn't made any in twenty years. I got it right in the first batch and had two and a half dozen that were edible. We then drove it an hour to her nursing home for her approval. She asked who helped me make it. I could honestly say it was her. She was right there with me. Every flick of the wrist and turn of the roller, I learned from my gramma. She taught me to cook, iron, darn and garden. I can proudly say she gave me nearly every good quality I possess.
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| Renee M. in Michigan |
Posted - May 21 2008 : 7:02:12 PM
OMG -- I love this thread! My first memory of baking was with my Mom making "pokey". I was pre-school age.
Mom made bread every week. To keep me (and my siblings before me) occupied, she'd let us have our own little hunk of dough -- what we called "Pokey" because you had to knead it and poke it down -- to make little rolls out of. I would play with that hunk of dough, rolling and stretching, and mauling it until Mom announced it was time to bake and I would finally divide it into six little balls. These I would place in a little rectangular muffin tin pan with shallow depressions (which I still have -- an ANTIQUE now!).
Well, due to all the handling, those little rolls would be very crunchy on the outside after baking, almost like french bread. My father loved them, and I would beam with pride when he would sit at the table after work on baking day, buttering up *MY* pokey's to eat with evident relish.
-- fondly,
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| nashbabe |
Posted - May 19 2008 : 3:09:51 PM
My easy bake oven! Powered by that mighty light bulb. ;-)
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| Alee |
Posted - May 19 2008 : 2:45:27 PM
Heather-
I remember those cookie cutters too!
And Nelly's backyard! Remember she had some old spoons she let us dig with and the dirt in out "patch" aways seemed to dry into those big chunks- the mud must have had a lot of bentonite in it since it was so slimy when it rained. Remember Nelly's huge rhubarb plants?
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| juliet79 |
Posted - May 19 2008 : 1:43:17 PM
Well, Alee. I remember the huge gingerbread cookies we made with the 8 inch cutters! WOOHOO! But, I must say, my favorite cooking memory from being a kid was the mud pies in Nelly's backyard! Ahhh......weren't those great? |
| sleepless reader |
Posted - May 19 2008 : 06:36:28 AM
I remember baking cookies with my maternal grandma, who lived with us. Mom would roll the dough and we would cut it with those cutters that sort fo embossed a design on the cookie.I still have those...Mom would then do the baking part while my sister and I would sit at the table with my VERY patient grandma and frost and decorate the cookies. She would mix up little bowls of what ever color frosting we wanted. I also remember making macaroons at Christmastime with my mom. She'd shape them like little wreaths, dab on green food coloring, and my job would be to add three (never more, never less) cinnamon red hots on the bottom to look like berries. My paternal grandma was a bread baker, but I don't remember helping much with that, just the wonderful smells of their apartment!
Sharon
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| julia hayes |
Posted - May 18 2008 : 12:12:41 PM
Hands down, my first and treasured baking memories are those with my older sister and her Easy-Bake Oven! Our mom would buy the prepare chocolate chip cookie dough that came in a roll (still available today!) and we would slice it and cut it into quarters, putting it on a little baking tin and watch them bubble and cook under that lightbulb! Crack me up!! I loved it and what I wouldn't do to find an original easy-bake oven! too much fun!! ~julia
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| Farm Girl 2 |
Posted - May 17 2008 : 09:41:06 AM
My mother taught me how to make biscuits when I was just a very small child at about age 3 I would just cut them out and was soon able to make them myself.
Aunt Jenny, my father also had a best friend that was sure to be my husband one day because of my homemade biscuits that I would make for him everytime he came to our house. I didn't marry him but I caught my hubby with a hot buttered biscuit too. He came to my house to pick up my older brother to go hunting and I fed him a butter biscuit and he was like a stray dog and has never left!!!! LOL
My most memorable baking experience however was when I was maybe 11 my mother had to work on a Saturday morning and my brother and my father were building fence and I decided to cook lunch for everyone including a cake. I had never baked a cake. I searched for the perfect recipe and decided on a Chocolate Pound Cake. I can remember that day so well, it was this time of year and the weather was beautiful like it is today. I cleaned the whole house and it smelled so good and clean and the chocolate cake smelled soooo good too. My mom walked in the house and commented on everything smelling sooo good and clean and asked "What are you cooking" I said so proudly "Look in the oven!!" My mother opened the oven door and screamed!!! I ran to the oven to see what happened. As it turns out I used selfrising flour along with baking powder and the cake had risin straight up out of the pan and came thru the top rack of the oven about 4 inches and was baking to the oven rack!!! What a mess!! I thought she was going to Kill me!!!!! hehehe
I have brownies in the oven and my house is clean and smelling fresh just like that day so many moons ago!!!!!!! Oh warm chocolate!!!!
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| Mumof3 |
Posted - May 17 2008 : 06:06:04 AM
Making oatmeal cookies with my dad. That's is the first time I remember baking with someone. They were his signature cookie, and I make them just like he did, still- lots of butter and oats and no spices. Just pure, nutty oatmeal. My grandmother (my mom's mom) would always have us help her make apple pies. Our part was to sprinkle the leftover dough with cinnamon and sugar and then roll up the dough and cut it into little spiral discs and then she would bake them. Mmmm. To me, that is the best part of pie baking. I still make them for my kids when I bake pies.
Karin
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| N Marie |
Posted - May 17 2008 : 12:57:07 AM
Wow. Reading everyone's memories, I couldn't for the life of me remember what my first was. Then it hit me, when I was reading about April's blue box blues. I learned to make scrambled eggs when I was about 4, then campbell's vegetable beef soup soon after. I was so proud of my scrambled eggs.
I also remember my mom used to make angel food cake, up until the time we moved, when I was about 6. I had almost forgotten, it had been so long. After we moved here, though, she made concord grape jelly, from her uncle's vines. On one day in particular, during harvest time, I remember all the women sitting around the kitchen table, a big bowl of Uncle Sydney's grapes in the center, all of them chatting and munching away on the grapes, expertly squishing the innards out of the skins and into their mouth, then nibbling out and spitting the seeds into a small bowl. The farm has since been sold, and Uncle Sydney now lives with his son in Lynden. I miss my Uncle Sydney's farm.
I remember we always made christmas cookies, and I remember the first year that I realized it was Dad who was eating them! We also always made Tollhouse chocolate chip cookies. My grandmother was the best at choc. chip cookies, though. She'd keep them in a tin in the bottom of the fridge, and they tasted minty because of it, and the crisco she used in lieu of butter. I remember my first Easy Bake Oven, and my cousin and I made cakes for Grandma (who kept them... for years! Scary how well those things kept.) Mom lives too far away to make cookies together, Grandma lives in a nursing home, and I have no children of my own yet. But I've got a bag of chocolate chips in the cupboard, waiting for the right moment of nostalgia, for old time's sake...
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| Bfriday |
Posted - May 16 2008 : 2:25:15 PM
My grandmother lived next door when I was little and I did alot of baking with her. She always let me cut the biscuits out with an old hollow tomato sauce can as a cutter. We made pies, I was always facinated by meringue...so white and fluffy! My mom always let us lick the beaters when we made brownies, cake or cookies. When my grandmother died she left me her old kitchen aide, cookbooks and cookie cutters. They are a true treasure to me!
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| kindacrunchymom |
Posted - May 16 2008 : 1:59:35 PM
I know this is an old topic, but I liked reading everyone's stories!
My earliest memory (besides licking the beaters while sitting at my mom's feet) is about my great-grandmother (Ma) on my father's side.
She had her own "mix" that she made up and used for everything. I remember watching her scoop the mix out to make biscuits and what I loved best was watching ehr roll out the dough to cut it. It always looked like a giant, squishy marshmallow to me. She had this tin cutter with a red knob handle that she used to cut out the biscuits.
She always, always made white gravy to go with them, regardless of what else we ate. Oh, they were so good!
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| corporatefarmgirl |
Posted - Mar 30 2008 : 2:53:24 PM
My great aunt and my grandmother were wonderful cooks. I remember being about 4 years old and standing on the stool (the kind that was metal, folded out and had two steps with a small seat on top). I would help them mix the pie dough and press it down into the pie pans. They both made these little individual pies for my grandfather and great uncles to take to to work.
I think that was were my love of cooking started. Also my love aprons. Grandma and Aunt Eva always had aprons on
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| KYgurlsrbest |
Posted - Mar 27 2008 : 4:13:02 PM
Well, I remember my great grandmother, Theodocia, making her famous sugar cream pie in her lovely white enamel-over-porcelain kitchen, in her shotgun cottage. I specifically remember how she mixed everything right there in the pie shell, with her pointer finger and her thumb, rubbing together, then meticulously and slowly carrying it to her old Magic Chef oven to bake. Such an incredible (and simple) pie!!!!
Unfortunately, we didn't have a lot of time, my mom and I to bake--and she HATES making cookies. What I remember us making a lot of were "No Bake Cookies" which were just as good, as I recall
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| Horseyrider |
Posted - Mar 27 2008 : 2:51:14 PM
My mom was a really creative cook, and I remember always being able to lend a hand. It goes back so far I don't even know anymore. The first memory of something I invented myself was a goopy sort of pie with a chocolate chip cookie dough crust and cherry filling, with whipped cream on top. I remember thinking it was pretty lame in comparison with what I'd imagined, and my mom said it was too rich; but my dad ate it and said it was really good.
The only memories I have from when I was little of my grandmother cooking was morning oatmeal. She made that herself. (She was well to do and had a *staff.*) When she was in her last years, she taught me how to poach chicken breasts for delicious chicken sandwiches. She was a bit unique, having a college education in the early 1920s. In Home Economics and PE. LOL! |
| Amie C. |
Posted - Mar 24 2008 : 11:35:48 AM
When I was 3 or 4, my parents took a bread making class together. For awhile, my mom made all our bread. I remember the two of them at the enamel-top table in our old apartment, holding up the spoon and watching for the batter to run down into our big red plastic mixing bowl in just the correct way. |
| April |
Posted - Mar 24 2008 : 09:59:07 AM
My mom didn't teach me to cook or bake either, only after I married did I learn to cook and bake by trial and error. Yes, we lived on mac and cheese in the blue box and chicken nuggets for the first year! LOL. Now, I have my daughter in the kitchen with me all of the time and she loves it. I try to get my boys involved too, but they aren't interested..:)
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| Aunt Jenny |
Posted - Mar 24 2008 : 09:49:52 AM
Hmmm.....I "helped" my grandma alot when I was really little with baking, but my first baking on my own memories are of my green baked goods. Yep, green. It is my favorite color and since my mom didn't enjoy baking she let me bake whenever I wanted to.I really liked the green food coloring. I baked green cakes, muffins and cookies all the time. They were pretty ugly now that I look back. My dad's best friend was the only adult who would ever eat any of the green stuff. He always used to tell me that I made the best green spice cake ever. I was sure that when I grew up I would marry him for sure. Such a kind guy. I started with the green baked goods when I was about 7.
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| Room To Grow |
Posted - Mar 24 2008 : 09:23:37 AM
I wish my memories were like all of ours. But mine is not. My mother was not around much and I usually had to do things for myself. So one night I didnt want to eat the TV dinner that I usually had to have so I took a frozen hamberger patty out of the freezer and put it in a frying pan...I had not cooking experience as I was in the 4th grade. So as you might know it burnt on the outside and was raw on the inside. And the kitchen wall was full of grease. And BTW I got in huge trouble when my mom got home that night. I had to clean up the kitchen when I got home from school.
That is my 1st experience in cooking something other than a TV dinner. When I had my daughter I made sure she had things that she enjoyed at home if I wasnt home in time for dinner and when I was home on my days off I made things that she liked. I was a single mom until my daughter was 14.
I love to cook now and so does my daugheter
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| chessie |
Posted - Feb 24 2008 : 1:41:17 PM
my grandfather was a baker who imigrated from germany to southern california. He died when my father was 12, so i never got to meet him. Although my grandfather gave up baking as a profession in favor of asphault paving as a way to feed his large (12 kids) family, he always baked a christmas cookie every year for his family called Speculatius & He used the carved oak spec boards that he brought through ellis island when he imigrated to make them. The boards were used in his bakery to make the cookies for sale. After he gave up the bakery, he still made the cookies (using the same recipe amounts as the bakery used -one batch makes thousands of cookies, good for a family of 14) He taught his kids to make them and it is one of my dad's fond memories and we talk about it every year as we make the cookies together. When i was very young, the "cookie boards" were passed around among my dad's siblings so that everyone could make the cookies at Christmastide. Nowadays, one of dad's sisters found a way to carve exact dublicates of the original boards and made a set for all of us, the grandkids too! I have my own set. I have a very generous and kind family. it is not only my first baking memory but it is my favorite cookie and favorite christams memory...
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| jpbluesky |
Posted - Feb 24 2008 : 1:03:53 PM
Mom baked great chocolate cakes with seven minute frosting on them. I watched, but she never liked me to help. Guess I was not much help! But I did lick the bowl. I remember the angel food cakes she made, cooling upside down on a 7-up bottle. If I ran through the kitchen, she would tell me to slow down, a cake was cooling!
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| CountryBorn |
Posted - Feb 24 2008 : 12:59:31 PM
Helping my Grandma make her from scratch cakes. I never have tasted better cakes and frosting.
MJ
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