Do you wish you had saved your grandma's recipes?

I did! and now I am going to share them, and some new ones, with you. But first, let me tell you a bit about myself.I learned to cook standing in a chair next to my Bigmother's kitchen table scrutenizing every move she made and begging to "lick the bowl" when she was through mixing up whatever she was cooking. Especially when what she was cooking was a cake, or a pie or some other delectable sweet I loved. It always seemed to me that she scraped that bowl out wayyyy too good and I feared nothing would be left in it for me.I questioned every move she made and every ingredient she added with, "Why're you doing that Bigmother"? and "What's that for"? By the time I was 11 years old I had learned enough to cook my first meal, under her supervision of course. Back then, we're talking "40" here folks, I don't think they even made canned spaghetti sauce and if they did, we never bought any. Everything was made fresh, from "scratch" as we say now, right from our garden. Even though my Bigdaddy raised hogs and tobacco, he still planted a garden every year and the only things we bought from the Kroger grocery store were the staples like flour, sugar, stone-ground cornmeal and canned milk even though we had a cow. My spaghetti dinner turned out great, even though I cooked the pasta to a mush LOL But she let me make that mistake to teach me the importance of cooking all the dishes at the right time so that they were done together. And I think that was when my love affair with food and cooking began. So if you have any funny stories about cooking you'd like to share with me, I'll share a few of mine with you and we'll take a walk down memory lane together. It should be a blast!