Yesterday, I mentioned that one of the reasons I was late with my BBB post was because of baking bread for a bake sale.
When I was growing up, my mother baked the most wonderful things. Her bread was stellar – I wish I could get the loft she got! And her cookies, brownies, birthday cakes were wonderful too. I loved coming home from school and getting waves of deliciousness wafting from the kitchen as I stomped snow off my galoshes (yes, in those days, we wore galoshes) and pulled off Dad’s big wool socks that I had on over my shoes.
And I would race into the kitchen to see trays galore of perfect cookies. Or cake. Or brownies. Or butter tarts. (continue reading )