Then I left the kitchen, slowly walked up the stairs to my bedroom and devoured them as quickly as possible. After eating them, I'd run down the stairs to grab the milk from the fridge and pour a large glassful. I gulped the milk without taking a breath because those peanut butter cookies made me so thirsty.
My gramma's sister Aunt Addie also lived with us and she and I adored each other. Aunt Addie wanted to teach me to cook when I turned nine. She filled a pot with water and then told me to let her know when it started to boil.
I stood next to the stove and when I saw bubbles in the pot, took it off the burner and threw the water into the sink.
Aunt Addie returned and saw the empty pot, turned to me and said, "What happened to the water?"
I told her that the pot wasn't rinsed properly as there were soap bubbles in the water. Aunt Addie laughed but gramma shrugged her shoulders and called me hopeless.
The next time in the kitchen, Aunt Addie and I wanted to make a pineapple upside down cake. We placed the pineapples on the bottom of the pan, sprinkled with brown sugar, lots of melted butter on top of the brown sugar and poured the batter over it.
Aunt Addie said, "Sweetheart, please put it into the oven."
With a satisfied grin, I opened up the oven door and remembered that it was an upside down cake, I turned the pan over and all the batter ran down between the racks onto the bottom of the oven. It made a big mess.
Aunt Addie laughed but gramma had a fit. I decided that when I grew up, I wanted to have fun in the kitchen so watched how Aunt Addie cooked. She loved to share whatever she made with the whole family. Her fried sweet potatoes and wilted lettuce with bacon salad remain the best I ever tasted.