No, no, I didn’t write it. I read it. When I was 8 or 9. “Miss B.’s First Cookbook”, the world’s most special-est cookbook because, you see, I was also a Miss B. It was as though someone wrote a cookbook just for moi, Miss B. It was terribly exciting. To an 8 or 9 year-old girl.
My grandma bought the book for me at a library sale. I pored over all the recipes to decide which one I would try first. There were recipes in there for things I had seen my mother make, but there were also some incredibly exotic recipes I’d never heard of . . . Egg Whip, Gypsies, Fluff-Duff, Sea-foam Candy. How deliciously intriguing.
With Miss B.’s help, we practiced good kitchen hygiene before we started a recipe and after we finished cooking.
And then we got to work . . .
And then the best part, we EAT!
In the end, I only cooked a few of the recipes from Miss B.’s cookbook. My mother taught me all the basics, and from there I could use any cookbook I wanted. But this is still my first and favorite cookbook. Mine and Miss B’s. Because, as you know . . .
Cooking IS so much fun!!