{"id":22862,"date":"2016-11-17T14:38:18","date_gmt":"2016-11-17T22:38:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.worldvision.org\/?p=22862"},"modified":"2018-04-11T16:18:53","modified_gmt":"2018-04-11T23:18:53","slug":"magical-moments-kitchen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.worldvision.org\/blog\/magical-moments-kitchen","title":{"rendered":"Magical moments in the kitchen"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Cooking with your grandmother, sharing a meal with family — these are some of the special moments we look forward to during the Christmas season, or remember fondly from past holidays.<\/em><\/p>\n

For 9-year-old Rosemary, the magic of cooking and eating together is a big part of her dream to become a chef!<\/em><\/p>\n

See what’s making Rosemary’s dream possible.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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When I was a little girl, the Christmas season<\/a> meant a trip from our Midwest home to my grandmother’s house in North Carolina. That was such a special time for me. She always kept a jar of Hershey kisses in her kitchen, which she called silver bells. And best of all, she let me help her with holiday baking.<\/p>\n

I would pull a chair up to the kitchen counter and watch the magic as she creamed the Crisco and sugar. Then she added the eggs. Sometimes she even let me crack one. And then there were the dry ingredients to be carefully measured, sifted, and poured into the sugar mixture.<\/p>\n

She taught me that in making cakes, once the wet and dry ingredients were added together I needed to be very quiet to prevent the cake from falling. Or maybe she just used that as an excuse for a little peace and quiet. I was a very talkative child.<\/p>\n

Cookies were my favorite though. I loved dropping dough by the teaspoon onto the cookie sheet. I might’ve snuck a few of those, though I’m sure I wasn’t as stealthy as I thought.<\/p>\n

And then best of all, she let me lick the beaters and the bowl. I’m pretty sure that was my main motivation to help her bake!<\/p>\n

One Christmas, I had the crazy idea to melt wax and pour the liquid into cookie cutters to create ornaments. My grandmother didn’t hesitate. She pulled old candles out of drawers and melted them down. And they weren’t even that bad as ornaments.<\/p>\n

But to a child, having an adult who took my ideas seriously and believed in me — that meant the world to me. Her faith made me think that I could dream big.<\/p>\n

This year, I got to witness that same special bond between a young Zambian girl, Rosemary, and her grandmother, Patricia.<\/p>\n

Rosemary longs to be a chef<\/a>. “I dream in my heart,” she says. Patricia fuels that dream by encouraging Rosemary to cook for her extended family.<\/p>\n