I remember it like it was yesterday. I would knee on a chair at the kitchen table and my mom would be making noodle dough by hand.She would start to roll it out n say "Flour" n I would reach my hand into the flour bag and grab some flour n sprinkle/throw it on the table.She would roll some more and say "Flour".I would repeat my "amazing flouring ability", she called it. We would work together to get the dough just the right thickness.Then she would hold my hand in hers an cut the dough into thin strips.Then we would lay them neatly on a towel place them at the window to dry for dinner.As you can see my first "love" wasn't a doll or an animal..it was my mom and her love for cooking. About 5 months later my mom past away to a better place with no pain.I was 4yrs.old..its the only memory I have of her.I went on to graduate H.S and then college and graduated with n A.O.S in Culinary Arts...A Certified Chef.I thank my mom for that.Now as a mom of 3 girls.I am lucky to be able to leave more then just 1 memory of cooking with my girls...I thank you Tammy for allowing me to share my first love with you.
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