At an early age I was exposed to my grandmother's cooking in the kitchen and this is some of my first cooking lessons. I had a grandmother, that I actually adopted her as my grandmother, but she was originally just my babysitter. My older sisters were babysat by her when they were younger, so when my mother went into labor with me, she eventually took care of me till the age of 7. What I remember about her was her love for cooking.
Every dish she made was 100% handmade, including her sauces, noodles, and tortillas. My favorite was her canned peaches. The definition of a mason jar for me, would be my grandma. She would can everything if she could, peaches, pickles, pickled medley of carrots, onion and jalapeños. Anything and everything she could think of; I just remember seeing cans and cans of these mason jars filled with these things. She would can them and give them away to her family and my family.
When I think of the basics, I think of her. I know you can easily go to the store and pick up the basics, but it just doesn't taste the same to myself. Homemade is music to the soul.
Every dish she made was 100% handmade, including her sauces, noodles, and tortillas. My favorite was her canned peaches. The definition of a mason jar for me, would be my grandma. She would can everything if she could, peaches, pickles, pickled medley of carrots, onion and jalapeños. Anything and everything she could think of; I just remember seeing cans and cans of these mason jars filled with these things. She would can them and give them away to her family and my family.
When I think of the basics, I think of her. I know you can easily go to the store and pick up the basics, but it just doesn't taste the same to myself. Homemade is music to the soul.
