Cooking, of course. I remember placing cookies on sheet pans but when I was eight I got the Betty Crocker Boys and Girls Cookbook I had to do something.
I was eight and my grandfather was here for the summer. Carrot curls were the order of the day and I took off the outer peel and made peels, placed them in ice water in the frig for an hour and voila!
He called them suicide carrot curls, as he did anything I made. They were curly but I bet I didn’t season them. I didn’t even remember that ’til now.
One dish I made for my father, only once in my life, was a lamb cassoulet a la Simca Beck, co-author of Mastering the Art of French Cooking. Dad told me it was the best dish he’d ever had. Dee