Just as music can take us back to another time, so can the memory of certain foods…the sweet aromas coming from the kitchen of our childhood… Mama’s kitchen was painted a robin’s egg blue with crisp white trim and white curtains. The cabinets, stove, refrigerator and clothes washer were white. There was no dishwasher – that would have been Sharon and me. One of us washing, one of us drying and singing while we worked. There was no clothes dryer…that would have been a clothes line outside and the bright sunshine. I was trying to remember the other day how …