Childhood Memories From Grandma’s Kitchen

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We have been provoked by our blogger friends to write about our childhood memories from grandma’s kitchen. We were given the subtitles and had to respond to them.

I think we all have awesome childhood memories worth sharing… Don’t you think?

Ana and I accepted the challenge. While we were writing the article, we had a lot of fun remembering all these beautiful stories from the past.

We did not read articles like this on Medium, but we find it very entertaining and want to share the experience with you guys.

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Copy the subtitles and share your own experiences.

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When My Grandmother Cooked, My Job Was To…

Ana: I remember that my job was to chop the vegetables. Every time grandma was cooking something, I stood with her in the kitchen and helped with what I could. While she was the cooker, I was her loyal assistant.

Ryan: I used to steal the already cut carrots, to lick the spoon used for mixing the cake-cream, or to break the nuts, if the holidays were approaching. I remember that I loved to break nuts with my bare hands. I took two nuts in my palm and squeezed them until the shell broke. I remember that my palms were red and hurting, but I loved doing this despite the pain.

The smell that makes me think of my grandma’s kitchen is…

Ana: The smell of rum essence. Grandma made the best rum cakes!

I remember the day my grandmother asked me to pass her the bottle with essence. I made a sudden and fast move, and I accidentally hit the cream bowl and overthrew it on the floor. I find this memory to be amusing now, but I remember that my grandmother was very angry with me.

Ryan: The smell of fresh bread made on the cooking machine.

My grandma was cooking home-made bread, similar to a pita. I was eating it with cheese, taken straight from the cooking machine. It was so hot that I sometimes had my tongue burned, but it was awesome anyway.

The taste that makes me remember childhood…

Ana: It is the taste of homemade chocolate. Every time I eat it, I remember childhood and grandma’s kitchen.

Ryan: Grandma’s bean soup is absolutely fabulous. I’m a big fan of bean-based food. I swear I haven’t eaten a more delicious bean soup ever. If I taste 1000 plates, I know exactly which my grandmother makes one.

If it were up to me, I would only eat…

Ana: If I write “homemade chocolate” again, will it be too much? I miss it a lot! Do you remember how good milk powder tasted like? When I was impatient, grandma used to mix me a little powder milk with water. I was pleased, and that made me stay put for a while.

Ryan: Eggs or scrambled eggs. My grandmother used to make an awesome omelet, using everything she had in the fridge. Also, I remember that she made me soft-boiled eggs and put them in tomatoes. She took out the middle of the tomato, put the egg inside, added a little cheese on top, and baked it a little in the oven.

I used to love it, but I don’t eat it anymore…

Ana: I really do not know. I was never picky about food. When I was not too fond of something, my always craving, my grandmother knew what to do by always putting something magical in her recipes to make me like it.

Ryan: Eggplant salad. I like it, but I do not eat it anymore. I don’t know why. I eat eggplant salad twice a year, where there isn’t anything else left in the fridge.

I knew it wouldn’t be allowed in the kitchen, but I still did it…

Ana: I used to put my fingers in my grandmother’s walnut jam. I only stole the nuts, and I was hiding the empty jars in the pantry. Grandma was so angry when I did this. I remember I used to laugh and run away.

Ryan: I used to eat the tuna salad with corn that my mother made during the holidays. And by eating, I mean eating half a bowl. I remember that my mother wanted to serve some guests with tuna salad, and I said calmly, “it’s not enough for everybody!”… Even though the bowl was full when we all got to bed.

The most vivid memory from grandma’s kitchen:

Ana: Those moments when I was sticking my fingers inside the cake-cream bowls. I was stealing the cream and upsetting grandma. Eating cream by licking my fingers made the cream taste a lot better. I don’t understand why adults don’t know this…

Ryan: That’s when Grandma made her famous donuts. She had a special glass that he used only to scoop out the dough, and she made the holes with an ordinary bottle cap. I remember I was stealing donuts to eat them with my friends on the football pitch.

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