My mom loved to bake.
Cookies, cakes, biscuits, brownies, sweet breads and squares were all goodies that we “had on hand” for morning coffee, afternoon tea or an evening snack. They were never counted as dessert.
Desserts were puddings, cobblers, pies, or a special creation like rhubarb torte, pineapple upside down cake or maybe gingerbread with whipped cream.
And we had dessert for every supper. The meal was never complete until we had something sweet. If Mom didn’t have a home-baked dessert ready, then ice-cream would do, but only in a pinch.
I was the only one of the three girls who inherited my mom’s love of baking. I remember sitting on the stool by the stove, regaling Mom with all my school stories and watching as she stirred the batter in her big yellow mixing bowl or lifted the cookies onto the cooling racks. She always wore a pretty apron when she baked. There was sure to be a spatula to lick or a bowl to scrape after the mixing was done.
As I grew a little older, the Saturday baking became my chore. My brother was a great encourager and always ate everything I baked – even though some of the results were less than successful. One batch of cookies that I made were so hard that even my brother was challenged. I was gratified that he took them to school in his lunch though. It was only later that I learned he was having contests with his friends – seeing how many times they could throw them at the ceiling before they broke.
Despite a few such mishaps, I still love to bake.
Although we don’t have dessert with every meal, the cookie jar is always full and every family celebration includes a special sweet creation.
I not only inherited a penchant for baking but also a love of cookbooks, cooking magazines and especially food in literature whether it is a description like the sumptuous breakfasts in Farmer Boy or my latest acquisition from the library,
On Rue Tatin: Living and Cooking In A French Town by Susan Herrmann Loomis – the reviews are mixed but I am enjoying her description of life and cooking in rural France.
And of course…
let’s not forget to mention food on the web
it is endless!
My new favourite?
Mennonite Girls Can Cook by Lovella and friends! This site came just in time for me as my “More With Less” Mennonite cookbook is falling to pieces.
What about you? Do you like to read about food?
What is your favourite cookbook? Recipe website? or food description in literature?
Don’t worry girls…the calories don’t count when you are only reading about it.