My grandma, on the other hand, never had a recipe for anything and although she had measuring cups and spoons, I seldom saw her use them.
For a long time I thought Grandma was almost magical the way she could go in her big white country kitchen, cabinet doors would open and dishes would clatter gently, then I'd smell something real good baking, and as if by magic a beautiful three-layer chocolate cake would be cooling near her west kitchen window.
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