I have often fantasized about being a chef.
I think it would be fun to wear a white apron and a chef's hat and cook up a delicious meal!
When I was a boy, we lived in Germany with my mother's parents and on some Sundays we would go to visit my father's parents. They lived about a mile away at the most and I remember they were very nice grandparents. My grandmother was a very good cook. There were always things cooking on the stove to test. In the back of the house was a big yard with a garden, apple trees, chickens, rabbits.
My grandmother always had a gift for me. An egg from her chickens, a jar of raspberry jam. She would tell me, "Here, Eric. Have an egg. Give it to your mother to make a pancake for you."
She was very warm and she cooked a lot. I would go there and she would say: "Sit down. Eat."
Happy Thanksgiving!
I would love to see you illustrate this delightful memory. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteYour book Pancakes, Pancakes is one of my daughter's very favorites. Thank you for sharing this story!
ReplyDeleteHappy Thanksgiving, Mr. and Mrs. Carle! And thank you also in particular for PANCAKES, PANCAKES, which clearly was inspired by your grandmother's eggs! (Did your mother make you gather the rest of the ingredients before you sat down?)
ReplyDeleteHappy Thanksgiving! Reading your blog (and your books!) inspires me to try my hand at collage.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE pancakes!
I just came across your blog! I can't believe it.
ReplyDeleteOur little boy is crazy about your books- we live in the Netherlands and have them in both English and Dutch. I read to him in English and his dad in Dutch :)
His first and still favorite is Brown Bear!
Thank you!!!!!