Chocolate pudding and kitchen memories
When I was young, I spent early mornings before school and many afternoons after school at my great-grandmother’s house. I knew that split-level house and its uneven, blocky yard inch by inch, from the green shag carpet in the living room, constantly littered with pine needles and ornament hangers from last year’s Christmas, to the exact best place to roll down the hill behind the house, to the back utility closet that opened onto the deck and that served as a clubhouse/office/hideaway for my best friend and me through the early years of elementary school.
All of my earliest kitchen memories are from this house.
