I think you could accurately describe her as a weapon in the in the kitchen. I remember our grandmother once telling me off when we were shorter versions of our current selves.
'You don't know how to cook peas? Even Your Cousin can cook peas!' She's a year younger than me so, technically, I suppose in Grandmother's mind I should have already known how to boil peas.
My rational for not knowing how to cook peas was, 'Why -oh- why would I want to know how to cook peas? I'm ten. They're a vegetable.' (Insert noise as though I'm coughing up a fur ball).
Anyway, if you want to learn how to cook way more complicated food that I'm capable of - I highly recommend it.
I'm loving the sound of her bread.
Now I'm just going to have to get her to make it for me. (Only problem is that currently she's holidaying on a yacht off Tonga and has been torturing us with idyllic photos on Facebook, so there's every chance I may never talk to her again).