She was always harping on me to go outside and play. Get some fresh air and sunshine on my face, play with other kids. Much to her chagrin, I was the kind of kid who was more likely to be glued to PBS on Saturday mornings watching Julia Child and This Old House, than I was to be kicking a ball around with other boys.
Peanut Butter, Oatmeal Raisin, or Cornflake Winks? I usually got to choose the variety, and my Betty Crocker Cooky Book was a never ending source of inspiration. It was the first book, of any kind, that I ever purchased with my own money...at the 3rd grade book fair.
My Mother was not the most adventurous cook, in fact I don't think she particularly enjoyed cooking. But she did enjoy eating, and therefore her short kitchen repertoire was tried, true, and tasty. She had NO time for food that wasn't delicious, and the simple pleasure of eating good food was definitely something she taught me early on.
"Can you get it in your suitcase?", she asked. We carefully padded it with clothes, and hoped it would survive the baggage handlers and carousel. It did.
Peanut Butter. They were her favorite. Mine too.