The Place You Most Loved to Spend Time as a Child.

? subject area The place you almost loved to elapse time as a child. Ma Vios Kitchen Today, nineteen years after the handing over of my grandmother, her kitchen looks the same with its jettys in the same pastel orange and green she had painted it in so many years ago. The flowered patterns that were done by my cousins and I exploitation ochoes that she had cut in half and potatoes which she carved flowers from to make stamps that we gleefully dipped in containers of paint and placed on the wall hap-hazardly to form various patterns.I remembered her be so delighted in the reverse product that I dont think thither was a neighbour, friend or visitor that my grandmother didnt boast to about her fair kitchen wall hat was so knavishly decorated by her clearly skilful grand children. I look at those walls to day and sometimes laugh at what persons out side of her family may baffle thought of her walls of art that anyone could bring forth gossip were decorated by children al l under the age of eleven.Walls that have been laquered to preserve what Ma Vio, as she was lovingly called by everyone, considered a masterpiece that not even the most renowned of painters could have done with much(prenominal) perfection. My fondest memories however, are not of the many una exchangeable art projects that Ma Vio encouraged us into doing on her huge kitchen table still of the aromas drifting out of that little seaport off of her livingroom. I remembered how she employ to have these large bottles filled with all different types of home-cured treats lined off on top of the kitchen counter.. ed mangoes, boiled tamarind, tulum, benee balls, sugar cake, fudge you name it Ma Vio made it. Boy Dont even disembowel me started on her bread bin that never seemed to run out of mouth tearing cakes and pastries. coconut tarts, lemon bread, drops, peanut cover cookies and my favourite banana bread. Mmmhmmm . I shadow smell it all now. new-fashioned out of the oven. Her pound cake and all told grain bread were what my brother used to call the bestest in all of Trinidad and Tobago, you couldnt pass a bakery for miles with anything that good.You ever had homemade bread where you felt up as if you had anything at all with it youd spoil the taste? Thats how everyone felt about Ma Vios bread. Its good when tended to(p) by a filling further its best when eaten by itself. Ma Vios Kitchen smelled like christmas morning almost everyday as she was always busy making or baking something. Her kitchen was my own little sharpness heaven where everything that came from there seemed to taste extra good. By Havilanna Davidson