Book & Baking Blog Entry 3

A bit of my baking background. My mother baked. My memories of childhood include constant baking. It can’t have been that much, but I remember always having cookies in the house. Cookies and homemade bread. My mother was a woman who was very precise about her baking. You had to do certain things in certain way. While I respect that AND her baking was always spot on and very good, I myself prefer a bit of the slap-dash approach.

I have moments of genius and more importantly I love my own baking. I have never had anyone say to me that they thought that my cookies etc. were the best in the world. That’s the beauty. For all that I care about what others think of me personally and professionally I couldn’t care less what they think of my baking. I love it. Maybe that’s the secret to baking being my stress-reliever. It’s the one thing that I like that I do. You can give me other cookies and, yes, I love cookies (p.s. peanut butter and oatmeal raisin, not real cookies…) BUT, I prefer my own. My own self-inflicted happiness. Yup.

I am not focused on recipes here, by the way. I’ll probably give you the books that I get them from unless it’s an ancient family recipe. We have 2. I believe that they both came from my mother’s mother.

Interesting tid-bit: I don’t remember any of my grandmothers baking. No. Always had store bought cookies. Weird.