I have always loved playing in the kitchen. I have no clear memory of when I started helping my parents cook, but I also don’t have a memory of when I wasn’t welcome in the kitchen. I do remember learning to make pie crust to earn a Girl Scout badge in fifth grade. I tackled homemade bread in college and tried homemade flour tortillas and sourdough bread a few years ago.
I don’t bake just for the end product, though that is a big part of it. I bake to give my family good things to eat. I bake to form the connection to my grandmothers and their grandmothers. I bake to do what people have been doing since they took grain and ground it to make flour. I bake to feel the connection to what we eat. I bake because I enjoy playing in the kitchen. And I bake because I like to eat what I make. And, to be honest, I do enjoy the kudos I get when I take something homemade to a party or dinner at a friend’s house
And baking isn’t all. We eat out maybe once a week for dinner, cooking most nights and eating leftovers for lunches. We can control what goes into our food when we cook at home, and it is certainly friendlier to the wallet to eat out less often.
This blog is going to be a little bit of everything. Probably a lot of baking, both sweet and savory, weeknight meals and weekend cooking projects, musings on food and why we eat what we eat, gardening and whatever else comes to mind.