Ida would call every day with a new recipe. Since I didn’t have anything else to do I made every one. And, because Herman’s working hours were so irregular, I didn’t mind making big, wonderful meals. I would make breakfast every morning – bacon and eggs, home fries, fresh squeezed orange juice, and coffee. After I cleaned up I would start preparing dinner. I learned to cook in that pretty kitchen.
was pink and turquoise. Upstairs in our bedroom the furniture was gray. The bedspread was lavender with a big monogram in the center. We painted the baby’s room blue, hoping for a boy. In those days you never knew whether you were going to have a boy or girl until the baby was born. The decorating was not too good to say the least. MY PINK KITCHEN My kitchen was a wedding present from my father, who was in the kitchen business. It was a doll’s kitchen, all pink and it was fantastic. The curtains and even the linoleum floor were pink. And it had something almost no kitchen had back then – a disposal in the sink. It was everything I could ask for. Without much else to do I became a very nice cook in my own kitchen. In those days no one worried about cooking with butter or oil. We were not as aware of the need for healthy eating as we are today. If it tasted good, it was good, and we ate it. I don’t think we even knew the word “cholesterol.”
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