Grandma Molly

I have a grandmother named Grandma Molly. She is 75 years old but still as strong as a horse. Grandma Molly is my mother’s mother and they quite resemble each other really well.

I grew up visiting Grandma Molly every weekend for she lives in the same town as we do. As soon as I step into her kitchen, I could smell the delicious scent of chocolate chip cookies and apple pies being made. It was pure heaven. Grandma Molly loved to cook. She would slave over a hot stove for hours just to prepare a wonderful feast for us. Grandma Molly would whip up an amazingly delicious ratatouille in minutes. This dish made me love vegetables. An amazing feat, if I say so myself.

Grandma Molly’s kitchen is such as sight to see. It was filled with colourful plates and vases. The kitchen lighting design was outrageous and it was put up by Grandma Molly’s husband, Grandpa Cruz. The kitchen was always warm and welcoming and as a child I was deeply comforted by the atmosphere.

Up to this day, Grandma Molly is still cooking wonderful meals and baking delicious goodies. Though we don’t visit her every weekend, we always make sure we drop by as often as we can.