The weight of her heavy glass bowl was always comfortable for Mama. She handled a beater in one hand, while tucking the bowl under her arm with the other. She reminds the young-in's to switch arms when one gets tired. Billy and Emily always wanted to dip in for a little of the cookie batter but like the little Red Hen story depicts: there was a rule in the kitchen you had to do your mixing duty first. Then, and only then, could you have a lick from Mama's mixing bowl.