I had the pleasure of learning from three generations of Southern cooks. While I wasn't quite old enough to help my mamaw make fried chicken and biscuits, I watched closely and still remember her patting out her flaky biscuits by hand. I can even still see her old weathered hands, covered in flour. Time shifts and I'm in my granny's kitchen making cookies. I remember spilling flour on the table and trying to cover up my mess, but my granny just laughed it off and we made some of the best sugar cookies I've ever eaten. Skip forward one last time and I'm a pre-teen learning to love cooking from my mother. Out of the three cooks I learned from, she is the closest to what I would call a foodie.
My mother inspired me to try new foods, new cooking techniques and to embrace cooking. I was born in the 1980s and must admit that other people my age could have cared less about learning to cook or bake. I, however, loved everything about food and that passion grew. I began to read cookbooks as if they were the latest bestselling novels and began to create my own recipes. It wasn't just reading about food and cooking that I loved though. Serving food has always been a pleasure for me that I can't quite describe.
There's something about seeing the looks on people's faces as they take a bite of a batch of cookies I baked just for them that is pure heaven to me, which brings me back to my mamaw. I'm not sure if my mamaw really loved cooking or not, but I know she loved how the family gathered around the table to eat her food. You see, being a foodie is more than an appreciation of fine foods and the exotic. Sometimes, being a foodie is also about the feelings that one gets from the experiences that food creates.
You might say that I was really inspired to be a foodie by the three generations of women that had a hand in teaching me to cook and that's true. However, the way my mamaw approached cooking and the experiences she took from cooking for her family inspired me more than anything. The following article was written in her honor and shares my version of her biscuit recipe that I remember so fondly.
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Post a CommentYou brought up wonderful memories of cooking with my mother.
Thanks for sharing! I actually didn't even care to learn how to cook anything more than mac 'n cheese until the past year and I totally understand - it can be a lot of fun!
My Mom and aunts were also Southern cooks.
Thanks so much for sharing how you developed your interest in cooking, Amy. I found this article really interesting. Congratulations for making the cut in the new FC programme too!
Sophie
I can relate to this Amy. Aren't grandmas great? They never mind if you watch and learn. And they make the absolutely best food ever! Without recipes!
I took a cooking glass in the sixth grade with Campfire Girls. Loved it and have cooked ever since.
Good article, Amy. When I was around 12 years old I was told I could cook anything I wanted. I still remember the warning I got. Whatever you make you have to eat it, I was told. In high school I took a cooking class. The only thing I remember making in that class was popovers although I'm sure we cooked other things. My foster mother preached the importance of men learning how to cook. I'm glad she did. I can remember when I was cooking something for a girlfriend and she gasped when I grabbed a cup out of the cupboard to measure an ingredient. "That's not exact, you know," she said. I told her I knew. Sometime later I heard her tell one of her friends, "I don't know how he does it because he never measures anything right and it always comes out tasting good."
Great thought
good memories