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.
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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.
As a child, I first wanted to be a cook because my mother was such a good cook.
My parents both worked full time. I remember a lot of simple meals. Everything I know about cooking is self-schooled.
My grandmother died when my mother was just 11 years old, and consequently, my mother never learned how to cook particularly well.
My grandmother used to cook for eight every day - sitting down lunches and dinner, the way you do it in Italy, you sit down. And when my parents could afford their own place, I went with them but still my mother used to work but used to come back from work to cook lunch for my father, come back from work, cook dinner for my father and me.
I started cooking from watching my mom. My mother was a really, really great cook.
You know, my parents had a restaurant. And I left home, actually, in 1949, when I was 13 years old, to go into apprenticeship. And actually when I left home, home was a restaurant - like I said, my mother was a chef. So I can't remember any time in my life, from age 5, 6, that I wasn't in a kitchen.
Nobody cooks anymore. To me, to watch your parents cook, and to have a house that smells warm and delicious, is a very vital memory that I think kids don't really have anymore.
My mom was a great cook and great baker all her life.