Home Made
Maxwell Hinsberger
My Great Aunt is one of the best cooks I know. Everything she makes, whether it’s one hundred percent homemade or just heated up in the microwave, is some of the best food I have ever had and I could eat it all day long. When I was younger, she would feed me real good. We spent most of our time together eating food and watching TV together. I used to just sit and watch her make all kinds of food. I would just smile at her as the kitchen starts to smell more and more like a five star restaurant.
As I watched her move around the kitchen she would tell me all these stories about how she would cook these meals for her family. She would tell me about what it was like raising my dad and his brother and all the trouble they got in when they were my age. She would always tell me the story of when we first met on birthday telling me how small I was then and how big I got.
When I was old enough she started teaching me how to cook. We started off by learning how to make scrambled eggs and toast and other simple meals. The more time we spent cooking together, the better I got, and I was eventually helping her make dinner for the rest of the family. I started to learn more of her recipes and started making food for myself, trying to recreate it exactly like my aunt did, but I could never make it like she could.
As my Aunt got older she stopped cooking as much and started watching more as I made food for the both of us. We would be listening to the TV from the kitchen together as the oven heated up and I organized all the ingredients I would be using.
As I started to work I noticed she was smiling at me the same way I would smile at her all those years ago. After I was done cooking I set up the table and made her a plate. We sat down and ate together like normal. Only this time it was her complimenting my cooking and telling me how proud she was to have me as her nephew.
As I watched her move around the kitchen she would tell me all these stories about how she would cook these meals for her family. She would tell me about what it was like raising my dad and his brother and all the trouble they got in when they were my age. She would always tell me the story of when we first met on birthday telling me how small I was then and how big I got.
When I was old enough she started teaching me how to cook. We started off by learning how to make scrambled eggs and toast and other simple meals. The more time we spent cooking together, the better I got, and I was eventually helping her make dinner for the rest of the family. I started to learn more of her recipes and started making food for myself, trying to recreate it exactly like my aunt did, but I could never make it like she could.
As my Aunt got older she stopped cooking as much and started watching more as I made food for the both of us. We would be listening to the TV from the kitchen together as the oven heated up and I organized all the ingredients I would be using.
As I started to work I noticed she was smiling at me the same way I would smile at her all those years ago. After I was done cooking I set up the table and made her a plate. We sat down and ate together like normal. Only this time it was her complimenting my cooking and telling me how proud she was to have me as her nephew.
Maxwell Hinsberger is a cadet at NMMI