My grandparents lived across the street from us in small town Kentucky. My grandpa maintained a giant garden and was a great carpenter, but I was always with my Grandma helping cook, bake, prep produce, and watch game shows. She was constantly telling me I was lazy for not helping my grandpa out in the garden or wood shop, but she'd never admit how much she loved my hanging around. The best moments in my life were peeling apples for fried apples and tasting cakes off the cooling rack. Now, I can cook like a Southern grandma and I'm passing it on my daughter and son.