She's an amazing cook, and it's a shame none of her talent has rubbed off on me or any of my siblings for that matter. Not only does she make the most delicious dinners, she used to bake brown bread for a restaurant she worked at and it seemed the whole town was in love with it. When it closed, people kept stopping her in the street to compliment her baking and thank her for making it all those years. She doesn't love it as much as my grandmother did though, who used to bake all kinds of things. My enduring memory of her - though I have many, for she died when I was eighteen - is of her in the kitchen, constantly baking, making cakes of all kinds with that big old-style bowl she had... and then there was the hob, which she didn't replace with an oven, and which she kept using up until the day she died.
I really miss her and all the wonderful smells that would hit your nose when went into the house. My mother is just as good a baker and cook and could make all the cakes she wanted to, but she really has no desire to. Sadly, years of waitressing has left her with swollen wrists and she is in pain at the moment while scans are done so she is understandably expending as little effort in the kitchen nowadays. I miss having a home-made meal every day as I had when I lived out home - I make an effort to get only fresh food, but it's still all ready-made stuff like pizza (by fresh I mean non-frozen) and fish pie and the like.