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By Alice Liles

Alice’s note: This story first appeared in my blog The Bright Lights of Muleshoe on January 31, 2013.

When the kids were growing up, they spent most of their summer afternoons over at the country club pool right across the street from our house, and because the walk from one to the other was short, they and their friends would pop in and out from time to time during the day. One day Russell Brown wandered in while I was making oatmeal cookies and hung around for samples as they came out of the oven. While the cookies baked, I suggested we could sit down at the dining room table while we talked. Russell’s dad was divorced and a single dad of one older daughter on her own and three boys still in the home, and let’s face it, Gary Mac didn’t spend much time cooking, So when I suggested we sit down, Russell made no move to the table because, he said, he really liked to spend time in “working kitchens.”
Well, that day my kitchen worked well. Or should I say, my work in the kitchen was successful. There have been times when that wasn’t the case.
Like the first scratch cake I ever made for my new husband. We married in September and when Bill’s birthday rolled around in December, I decided the thing to do was bake him this wonderful chocolate cake from scratch. So I pulled out my shiny new Betty Crocker cookbook, a wedding gift, of course, found a recipe, and set to work. I think I was about a third of the way through the recipe when I realized I had measured out a half cup every time the recipe called for a third cup of whatever. By that time it was too late to turn back, so I reasoned that if I remained consistent with my mistake with the rest of the recipe, it should all work out. Which it did. By the time I got the thing stacked and iced-it was a three-layer cake-it could have passed for a small wedding cake. It was huge!
Miraculously, it tasted okay, but it sure did take a long time to eat it all. But my kitchen surprises were far from being over. On the contrary, I created a few other messes before finally becoming a competent cook. Thank goodness I had a mother and two grandmothers who were excellent cooks to fall back on. Next week I’ll share with you my pie crust story.
To see pictures of my kitchen, go to www.aliceliles.com and type Tales from the Kitchen in the Search line.

Rhea Gonzales

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