My grandmother died when my mother was just 11 years old, and consequently, my mother never learned how to cook particularly well.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My mother was really young when she had me, so she was a horrible cook, but we lived with my grandmother, who was fantastic. We eventually got our own place, and my mother started learning to cook. But it was also the '70s, so she was very experimental, and, well - thank God we had a dog.
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.
I'd like to cook for my granny one more time. I cooked for her a couple of times before she passed away, but I wasn't really old enough.
My grandmother, who taught me how to cook, didn't know how to read.
My mother doesn't cook; my grandmother didn't cook. Her kids were raised by servants. They would joke about Sunday night dinner. It was the only night she would cook, and apparently it was just horrendous, like scrambled eggs and Campbell's soup.
My mom was a great cook and great baker all her life.
Both my parents worked. So it wasn't like the previous generation where we learned how to cook and bake from our mothers and grandmothers.
I started cooking from watching my mom. My mother was a really, really great cook.
My mom died when I was 11 years old.
My mum died when I was 11.