Some people eat to live, but sadly I live to eat. Well, and sew. And read. And organize. And…okay…I get it.
My love of food was probably started in much the same way my love of sewing was–by watching my mom enjoy it. Time spent together in her kitchen is a precious and fun memory. The mistakes made along the way…bumping into each other because the kitchen was small…spilling most of a huge bowl of applesauce ready to be put into jars and canned…getting up at the shriek of dawn to drive an hour to pick strawberries. Mom was not a fancy cook but there was always enough.
Five o’clock would roll around and mom would say, “Steph, could you make supper?” Or after we got home from school she’d say, “There are no sweets for you to take tomorrow. Could you please bake something?” And so it started. And it grew from there. Until now, when I have my own home and I (usually) look forward to making supper for us. And where if someone needs help I’ll offer to make them a meal instead of packing my LO over there to help them clean house, pack for moving, or whatever it is.
And let me clarify: I definitely prefer cooking over baking. Baking is something I do when I must, not something I do for fun.
And so, I will let you take a peek into my repertoire of recipes every now and then. In among all the other stuff.
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