There was a group of six women in my household. My mom, aunts and grandma. I watched them in the kitchen.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I was surrounded by sisters. My childhood was all women.
I was really raised by three women - my mom, and I have two older sisters, one nine years and one 11 years older - so I'm happy to have that many women in the house.
I've got three sisters, five aunties, and my mom. It must have had an influence on me growing up.
I just never saw my mother in any other room but the kitchen. There were always pots going.
I was raising seven kids. I lived in the bedrooms, in the laundry room, in the kitchen, in the car - car pooling all over. I just didn't have time to sit down and watch a lot of TV. So I really didn't.
All the women in my family were superb cooks.
My grandmother was a typical farm-family mother. She would regularly prepare dinner for thirty people, and that meant something was always cooking in the kitchen. All of my grandmother's recipes went back to her grandmother.
My father was a very gregarious, very open guy. So every weekend, the house was full of people.
At home, I had seven brothers, one sister. I sewed clothes for my sister's dolls although she was grown and gone away. I was a weirdo but didn't think I was a weirdo.
I grew up in the kitchen, mostly with my grandfather, my mother and my aunt Raffy.