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Write about someone trying to recreate a grandparent’s signature baked good from memory.

Posted in Kids on Oct 26, 2022

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Gran Ma Ma's Sweet Potato Pie

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Sharon was in a panic. In two days she was hosting her family’s annual Christmas reunion at her house.  A tradition see sawing back and forth between the Washington family members for as long as she can remember.  This year it was her turn to be hostess. The thought made her hair stand on end.  Not only did she have to cook the traditional turkey and stuffing dinner for twenty or more of her cousins, aunts, uncles, grand kids, nephews, nieces, sister and brother in laws, she had to bake eight or nine of gra...

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It's a Tradition!

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Natalia opened her eyes wide and and stared at the ceiling fan spinning above her head. She knew she wasn't supposed to get out of bed this early in the morning, but her knees were shaking so much from excitement, that she simply just had to slip out. She put her feet on the chilly floor and her little toes curled up with excitement as she squeezed her stuffed cat to keep from squealing with joy. Today was St. Lucy's day and she was going to go to Nonna Bianchi's to make Russian Tea cookies! She spun in her Christmas night gown and turned t...

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Day Break

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This is the latest in a series of 4 stories so far that feature a couple in a Post-Apocalyptic setting. They start with "Just another day" and are chronological. They all have "Day" in the title. I enjoy any feedback.She looked over at him and gave a silent look of reproach. He saw the look; he always saw the look. He asked her “What?” And she told him, “I can’t find that can of candied fruit.”“Excuse me?” he asked. And continued with “can of what?”She told him “candied fruit; it’s kind of like jujubes or jelly beans, or maybe licorice”....

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Dia De Los Muertos

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The large hickory door looms in my vision, massive and imposing. Small windows bleed light through eye-like holes and the gargoyle knocker bares its teeth. From inside, the faint tone of the doorbell echoes throughout the cavernous rooms. With a deep-throated creak, the door swings open revealing a small, rotund figure.            “Why, hello, Kye!” The mild-mannered old woman adjusts her gingham apron. Small fingers interlace across her stomach.        ...

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Much Loved Pumpkin Pie

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Every holiday when I get in the kitchen I go back to a time that was simple and easy. I am standing in the kitchen, apron on, awaiting my grandmothers directions as we are making her famous pumpkin pie. I can smell the pie crust and the pumpkin in the air, I can picture my grandmother dancing and singing in the kitchen. I have been doing this for many holidays, all so I can try to remember what the ingredients are that my grandma used for her much loved pumpkin pie. I keep thinking that if I can recreate those memories, then something will s...

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My Nana Lynne’s Christmas Pudding

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It had been five years since Nana’s death, and many more years since she was the woman all her family remember. Sometimes it felt as if it was only yesterday that she was whirling around the kitchen, her shrieking and laughter filling the room whenever one of the numerous pans scattered across the hob began to boil over. Whenever she cooked, clouds of flour hung in the air until the room resembled a snowy winter scene. My nana’s name was Lynne, and she was famed for her cooking, her signature dish was a Christmas pudding. However, Lynne’s Ch...

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Rugelach - The Jewish Pastry

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Every one has gathered around the meeting room. Excitement and anticipation filled the air as Mr. Davis, the marketing director, is going to announce who is going to be the next senior manager at the marketing department. All eyes were on Aisha Mahmoud, as the rumor in the mill was, Aisha would get the promotion. Aisha was one of the hardworking employees in the marketing department who knows each and everything about the projects and manages to smoothen the department out with her adequate work and diligence. "You are going to get the promo...

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Take care

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The cold winter hushed in silent whispers across the dark night, it had snowed all day. Outside the piling snow appeared like a huge pillow tucked perfectly on the sides with leaves frozen on the ground, cold window knocked on my window as I balanced my phone between my head and shoulder. "Pick up!" I said to myself as a wide smile swept across my face. "Hello! this is Jaden Root office how may I help you" "Serena its Hailey pass it to Mom!" I said licking my ice cream spoon. Serena smiled, "Hey Hails! How have you been!" She said. I lau...

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Grandma's Apple Pie

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"Olivia, we're hosting the annual holiday party this year," my older sister Ashley tells me as she passes my bedroom. Every year at Christmastime, one family in the neighborhood hosts a big holiday party. I guess it's our turn now. Last year, the Smithsons hosted, and Mrs. Smithson went all out. She hired a DJ and had a buffet of delicious food. Kayla Smithson bragged about her party for weeks afterward. I run downstairs to tell my other sister, Megan. Ashley and Megan are twins, but they hate each other, and rarely say a word to each other...

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The Hidden message

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It starts with an archway, a painted coloured arch full of light , inside the archway there is a message hidden beyond the sky. Velvet strings of ecstatic clouds fill the air. They can speak as if they are from a different time, as I walk through the archway, I see the clouds grasp the message they do not want to share it for it is hidden for a reason they say, I just think they are being cheeky and suggest they give it to me or they would not get any treats for a week, clouds loved a sense of water after all it did always pour of rain ...

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Made with Love

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        Sarah flopped onto her unmade bed, bored. Christmas wasn’t going to be the same this year. The decorations weren’t even up yet, and no one felt like celebrating. It’d been 8 months since her Grandma died, but Sarah couldn’t remember a holiday without her and her cakes and pies. She was always baking.            This semester had been a struggle for Sarah, but now that she was home on break, there was a huge gap without h...

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Bedtime stories: A tale of Hansel and Gretel: The curse of the witch print

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Come close my Loves and sit by the fire. I will tell you, tell you a story about my grandmother and how she came to be the story you tell your children at night to lure their eyes to slumber. Once upon a time a young girl was cursed by the witch of the forest. This witch upon her dying breath, grabbed the woman by her leg and said the curse that passed on her terrible power, and then the witch died, turned to dust and blew into the wind. Her wretched life was now in a new body, a younger body. Possessed, my Grandmother walked bac...

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GRANDMOTHER'S LOVE

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CHAPTER 1In Nigeria, family was everything, and the Alani's perfectly and proudly showed off that fact. Nothing said goodbye to a long loved relative like a hoard of satisfactorily grief-stricken relatives, all wearing their most colourful clothes in an occasion that was purely Nigerian. Yes, it was an occasion, Maraia thought as she stood by the sides of the great mahogany coffin. Grandma had lived a long and colourful life, Maraia thought again, reading the words that were inscribed on the lid of the coffin, it was open, so Maraia could se...

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My dear, Sweet, Grandma

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My dear, sweet Grandma,                     Do you remember those cookies you made all those years ago? The oatmeal ones? I do. Those were my favorite. Everytime I sink my teeth into those fresh, soft, and warm cookies, I can feel my mouth feel like I'm drowning my tongue in my own saliva. I never liked oatmeal cookies. Only yours. Your cookies were special.  For many years, I tried to recreate them, but I never could get the recipe. I th...

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Heavenly Chocolate Cake

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All you need is love – but a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt – Charles M. Schulz Here we go again Becky said to herself. Maybe this time the cake would taste like the ones she remembered. Two cups of flour, instant coffee (only a teaspoon of this), cocoa powder, three eggs, vanilla, chocolate chips (semi sweet) ... one by one she checked off the ingredients and whispered pleas. If she timed it right, the cake would be cool enough to eat when the children, Pam (six) and Pete (eight), came down from doing online sc...

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