Por: Vera

It’s so good to hear from you, Ellie! I’m so happy you remembered me and my mom; your note made my day. My mom loved your cokniog classes. I have a copy of your first cookbook here in my kitchen. Its cover is tattered, and the pages are food-stained reminders of weekend afternoons in the kitchen with mom. I do have some memories from the cokniog classes. I will write about them at some point in the near future. It’s so interesting to see how food plays into the memories I have of my mom. It took me years to feel comfortable cokniog. It’s still sometimes hard for me, in part because it reminds me of my mom and of something that I wish she could have taught me. As a kid, cokniog wasn’t about following instructions. It was about dumping far too many white chocolate chips into bowls, forever peering into the oven window to see when the treats would be finished, and licking batter-covered spoons. I still like doing all these things, and I still have a lot of learning to do. I’ve started trying to recreate some of the meals my Mom made. Hard as I try, though, they’re never quite the same.