My friend Big Red is the consummate foodie. By the way “big” doesn’t refer to her size (she’s only 5′ 4″) but to her large personality. She is the only one of my friends who everyone instantly remembers. I say, “You know, the one with the red-orange hair.” And the response is always “Oh yeah” followed up with some story that she told.
My two grandmothers could not have been more different. One had a German mother so she was very precise. Consequently, she was an exceptional baker. My other grandmother had a Russian mother and is the opposite of precise, whatever you call that, so not a great baker but an amazing cook. I guess I learned the precision thing because my Russian grandmother finds cooking or baking with me “exhausting.”
