![]() ![]() As I delved into school, the sticky muffins were forgotten. Those horrid things would not unpeel from the papers! Mom later told me that it was the oil that kept most muffins from sticking to the wrappers, and I should have replaced the oil with something more like melted shortening or butter. I had just enough sense to know that liquid has to replace liquid, so I dumped some water in the batch. I vaguely remember you talking about cooking substitutes, but I didn’t pay attention-now I wish I had! Such a bother it was to realize that I had to replace it with something. I was in the middle of stirring up a batch of muffins when I used the last bit of oil, still needing another half cup. What I wonder, sometimes, is how I actually manage to create anything edible! Well, if you were as prone to disaster as you know I am, you should not wonder one bit. You with your few kitchen struggles, probably wonder how I can manage to make such a difficult task of it. Poor Mom has had to rescue me from supper cooking, so now my pains are limited to only those of breakfast and lunch, and only the very rarest occasion of supper. ![]() It has been a continual pain since I’ve started. I, for one, cannot in any way contrive to think that I love kitchen duty. The kitchen probably misses your cheerfulness too. I shall never, ever be able to forgive you for deserting us (or should I blame your husband for that?)! How could you, in good conscience, leave the kitchen in the hands of me, a giddy sixteen-year-old? I think my poor family misses you more than I do. ![]()
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