Old hands shaping
Flour,butter and water into
My Grandmother (we called her G-Ma)
was a fabulous baker and made the best pies.
My mom was a great cook,
but not overly fond of baking.
So, by the time I was 10 I became the
family baker of birthday cakes and cookies.
I've always assumed I got that baking gene
from my G-Ma. When I visited
her I watched and learned that baking
was as easy as .....
So,thanks G-Ma for teaching me
how to make all those yummy desserts.
What a sweet gift it is!
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