tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12516077.post112437118461674308..comments2024-03-04T17:10:21.702-04:00Comments on Once Upon A Feast - Every Kitchen Tells Its Stories: More Opa MomentsRuth Danielshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11173472189049022779noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12516077.post-1124452544894331402005-08-19T08:55:00.000-03:002005-08-19T08:55:00.000-03:00Absolutely. I remember "helping" my mother bake c...Absolutely. I remember "helping" my mother bake cookies. She would give me some dough of my own and I would roll it and pound it and squeeze it until it was grey. Then I would cut it into shapes and bake it along side my mother's beautifully delicate cookies and be so proud. I can still see the look of pride on my face when I gave my father one of my cookies to eat. I don't know how he kept a straight face - or for that matter actually ate the thing - but it's one of my fondest childhood memories.Ruth Danielshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11173472189049022779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12516077.post-1124421816892057172005-08-19T00:23:00.000-03:002005-08-19T00:23:00.000-03:00Baking with children is such a rewarding experienc...Baking with children is such a rewarding experience! They soak up so much knowledge and its fun to see the looks on their face when the finished product comes together!Joehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12900263145684208002noreply@blogger.com