| How well I remember those cold winter mornings at Grandma's house. Grandpa would get up very early and as soon as I heard him starting a fire in Grandma's wood cook stove I'd hop out of my bed and get in bed with Grandma. She was always as warm as toast and I was sure to get a hug and a tickle or two, maybe even a story, as we waited there in bed for the cook stove to get hot. I can still remember the smell of that first fire in the morning, it smelled good and I loved to hear that crackling sound as the kindling caught fire and burned. Grandpa loved buckwheat pancakes and Grandma fixed them for him every morning. He always ate his first one without anything on it! While Grandma cooked the pancakes on that old wood cook stove, at just the right spot, I would watch and listen and she would tell me all about pancakes. She had, as a young girl, worked for a man who told her never turn a pancake until it was full of bubbles and never, never, break the bubbles. Well, I never forgot that advice and to this day when I make pancakes I wait for the bubbles and TRY to not pop any! I'd like to try cooking them on my own wood cooking stove (if I had one). I wish I could live those mornings once again as they are some of my very happiest. Myra, from WA, entered 1999-12-16 |
