Grandma's Cooking
Grandma’s Cooking
Dillon J. Bosler
University of Northern Iowa
Everyone has at least one memorable experience with their grandma, and I have been fortunate enough to share countless memories with mine. A big portion of our memories involve food in one way or another. One of the biggest values that my family holds is the importance of family meals. Whenever we go to my grandparent’s farm, my grandma never fails to overflow everyone’s stomachs and send everyone home with leftovers. Whether it be eating at the supper table or feasting on Thanksgiving, my family makes it a point to be together and to make it a memorable experience. Throughout this paper I will be sharing some of my favorite memories I have with my grandma, from back when I was a boy to just a mere few months ago.
One of my fondest memories I share with my grandma is from my early childhood. I was an only child at the time, back in the days where I had my grandparents all to myself. I would stay at my grandparent’s farm for a week during the summer, as I did at least once every summer. On certain mornings, my grandma and I would make our signature 5 star pancakes from an elegantly fashioned, ever-so-coveted Bisquik box. She would let me take charge with her careful eye watching over me to make sure I didn’t mess up the recipe up or hurt myself. I would experiment with the recipe that was on the back of the Bisquik box, adding chocolate chips or lemon juice to the mix. I was so proud of my inventions, and I would delightfully share my concoctions with my grandparents. Some were good; others, well, judging by the sour look on my grandpa’s face, I’ll just say they could have been better. Regardless of the quality, it was an activity that I shared with my grandparents that helped us make the bond between us that much stronger.
Another memory from my childhood I have while spending the week at my grandparent’s farm is making popsicles. After a long, hot day of
Dillon J. Bosler
University of Northern Iowa
Everyone has at least one memorable experience with their grandma, and I have been fortunate enough to share countless memories with mine. A big portion of our memories involve food in one way or another. One of the biggest values that my family holds is the importance of family meals. Whenever we go to my grandparent’s farm, my grandma never fails to overflow everyone’s stomachs and send everyone home with leftovers. Whether it be eating at the supper table or feasting on Thanksgiving, my family makes it a point to be together and to make it a memorable experience. Throughout this paper I will be sharing some of my favorite memories I have with my grandma, from back when I was a boy to just a mere few months ago.
One of my fondest memories I share with my grandma is from my early childhood. I was an only child at the time, back in the days where I had my grandparents all to myself. I would stay at my grandparent’s farm for a week during the summer, as I did at least once every summer. On certain mornings, my grandma and I would make our signature 5 star pancakes from an elegantly fashioned, ever-so-coveted Bisquik box. She would let me take charge with her careful eye watching over me to make sure I didn’t mess up the recipe up or hurt myself. I would experiment with the recipe that was on the back of the Bisquik box, adding chocolate chips or lemon juice to the mix. I was so proud of my inventions, and I would delightfully share my concoctions with my grandparents. Some were good; others, well, judging by the sour look on my grandpa’s face, I’ll just say they could have been better. Regardless of the quality, it was an activity that I shared with my grandparents that helped us make the bond between us that much stronger.
Another memory from my childhood I have while spending the week at my grandparent’s farm is making popsicles. After a long, hot day of