Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Grandma's Kitchen
I believe that baking is good for the soul. There's just something about the smell of cinnamon rolls coming out of the oven or yeast rolls rising. It's so homey and inviting (which if you ever want to make someone feel at ease just bake them cookies). Everybody has seen a picture of Grandma in her apron pulling a cake out of the oven and that picture provokes thoughts of home and love. I love to bake pretty much anything and I do believe that anything, even regular food, tastes better if it's baked or cooked with love. When I bake it relaxes me in that even if the recipe is hard or I haven't made it before I can just focus on making it the best it can be and if something goes wrong it's ok. I like to bake stuff for other people because it lets them know I'm thinking about them. I love it when I get little gifts from people who have taken the time especially for me to let me know I'm special and it's even better if there's food involved. I also love candles that smell like food. My favorites are the fall scents like apple pie, pumpkin spice, and cinnamon roll but I also like fruity smells and the candles that smell like cupcakes. Which brings me to another thing I like to do. Decorate cakes. I'm not very good and in no way to I do it professionally. It's really more of a wing it and hope it turns out good type of thing. I have done some cute ones though. My best friend Teah and I made a cow one time. He was kind of an ordeal but we all made it through and in the end we had to name him so we named him Norman. We were taking it to one of our church dinners and we had spent so much time on this cake that we were cutting it close to get to choir practice. She drove to church while I held Norman on my lap. He was just sitting on a piece of cardboard with aluminum wrapped over it. We were at church and I was just about to get out of the car when she accidentally bumped it. We both squealed and almost freaked out because we had worked so hard on it but it was ok. We rushed it inside and hurried off to choir practice.
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