Just putting my two cents in here

I kinda just grew up cooking. We are PA Deutch and make lots of white flour and potato things. LOL My mom would make homemade noodles a lot. She would mix flour, egg yolks and a little water together and put the dough in the middle of a big flour circle on the countertop or table. I would stand on a chair with one of her pressed aprons on and roll it out with a heavy wood rolling pin. She would tell me stories about her mother making the same thing and how perfectly round grandma could roll the dough. Other times we would take long walks and pick buckets of berries to make pies, bring them home and sit on the porch and clean them. She would tell me stories how her sisters and her would walk a mile deep in the woods and pick berries to bring home to their mother to make pies and jelly. Back then they counted on the fruit to keep them healthy in the middle of winter. Then we would roll out pie dough with the same rolling pin and bake pies always putting a "B" on the top crust. In the spring, when the first greens starting showing through the brown winter-killed grass, we would pick dandilion greens. She would tell about the elusive blue-greens that we hardly ever found. We would pick the small ones that weren't bitter. Then we would fry up an iron skillet full of bacon, reserving the grease to make bacon gravy to pour over the boiled greens. I always looked forward to this meal. In August, mother would buy a bushel of peaches. We would sit on the porch and peel all of those peaches discarding the "bad spots" in the skin, but saving the peach peels. We would can many quarts of peaches and then my favorite part was boiling the peels and making jelly. It was almost like syrup. I loved that over pancakes.

Pam