Memories

I can remember the first time my Mom let me cook. My grandmother on my Dad's side was visiting from Tennessee. We called her Moco (pron-Maco). Born and raised in the south she had a very heavy southern accent. She was a very small woman maybe 4 feet 10 inches and kinda built round. I must have been about 7 or 8 years old and we lived in Warren, Michigan at the time. My Mom pulled up her step stool and told me to stand on the top, I am pretty short myself and round like my grandma....lucky me! My Mom was like 5' 7" tall and of medium build, and out of her four daughters none of us got her stature....unlucky us. Anyways I remember standing on that step stool and helping make my Moco's buttermilk biscuits. I remember her making a well in the middle of the flour and I got to add the buttermilk. She slowly with almost magical hands worked that buttermilk into the flour. She use to take butter and melt it in the pan and then after cutting the biscuits she would dip them in coating both sides before baking them. I could never duplicate Moco's biscuits and to tell you the truth I don't remember the taste of them. One of the memories I still have is my dad waiting at the table for his Moms biscuits with the sorghum and butter. He would take a heap of butter and then drizzle that sorghum on the butter and mix them together, then spread it so thick onto those biscuits. I don't think I have had sorghum since I was a kid. I wish I had my Grandmothers recipe for biscuits but I don't think she ever wrote it down. I do remember her telling me she had to make like 100 biscuits every morning for all her sibling and the farm hands. I think she made them twice a day once in the morning and once for supper time. That's my first memory of cooking in the kitchen and it brings warm feelings back to my heart. I hope this blog brings back fond memories of your first time cooking.