Cooking On The Ceiling

I learned to cook when I was very young. It was the way little girls were brought up then. That was when there were not mixes for anything. Everything was made from scratch.

I learned that a teaspoon of something would fit in a little cup made of the palm of my hand. A tablespoon of something is larger spot of my hand. I often cook using a bit of this and a bunch of that. It is easier than making a dirty measuring cup.

My mother and I cooked together often. And there were times I did the cooking for the family. Mom was often tired because of taking care of babies. I enjoyed it.

After I was older I began to teach my children to cook. I had a sister-in-law who was raised in an Indian school. She could cook a few very basic things. She asked me how to cook a few more things. Of course I was happy to oblige.

Her oldest daughter wanted to learn how to make home-made biscuits. She and I always had such fun together. Making biscuits was no different. 

We were serious cooks and biscuits are easy. Somehow we ended up making a huge mess. Easy enough to clean up... until I noticed that somehow the ceiling was covered with flour. 

Now we had not been throwing flour. We had not done anything to put flour on the ceiling but there it was.

everything was "made from scratch". 

making bicuits with robin