You are right Kath, my mother's friend was not a family member, but I considered her an aunt because my mother was an only child. So I didn't have an aunt to become attached to. But that lady, she always treated me like I was her adopted nephew. With her car, she drove me and her children to elementary school every day. One of her sons was my desk mate and my best friend from childhood, Every afternoon we would be together at my house doing homework and playing games.For as long as I can remember, this foster aunt would bake a gingerbread cake specifically for dinner on the Sunday before Christmas Day. Dinner that always took place at my parents' house. On that occasion we would exchange gifts to put under the Christmas tree.
I remember with joy those magnificent cakes. They were much more beautiful than the one that appears in these photos.
I don't remember any delicious lunch prepared by my grandmothers, who, in my opinion, didn't like to cook and spend their time in the kitchen in front of the stove. When I went to their house, during Sunday lunch, were served food prepared by the restaurant near the house, or were purchased in the grocery store.