I started cooking at 3ish with my grandmothers and mother. One grandmother had a special step stool reserved just for me to stand on while we cooked. There are pictures of the two of us stuffing Thanksgiving turkey and me licking the beaters. My other grandmother was a wonderful baker who had wise and interesting philosophies on her art. She loved to make cookies, especially, and I have fond memories of making Christmas cookies with her. (I do not, however have fond memories of all the flour sifting. Heaven forbid you make anything without sifting the flour!)
