Growing up, I didn't live on a farm where everything was fresh. Nor did a live in a house where my mom made us breakfast, lunch, and dinner all the time. My siblings and I grew up in a house with a single mom who worked two jobs to provide for us and make us happy. I don't have many memories of her cooking extravagant meals in the kitchen when we were younger and she never taught me how to bake bread from scratch. She taught us how to work hard, to laugh even harder, and how dirt never hurt anyone so you mine as well play in it. I never blame her for us not having memories of homemade food. All of our cakes came from boxes and we usually had hamburgers or chicken for dinner and there's nothing wrong with that cause some people don't like to cook. And sometimes there are people who come home exhausted and all they want is to read their kids a story. And they also hate to cook on top of that.
I'm not sure when my sister started baking, but like most things my big sister does, I soon followed her steps. Our love for baking grew from there and we always worked good as team usually baking cupcakes and mixing up homemade frostings. She moved out after a couple years of college and left me the only baker in the house. I started to expand my repotoire then, baking cookies, cakes, breads. Then I started collecting cookbooks about a year or two ago (I now have an entire bookshelf dedicated to them) and it grew even more. I know have dreams of from-scratch butter and insist on making everyone a birthday cake.
So, if you ask me, I don't think homemade baking and cooking is for everyone. Just like skydiving isn't for everyone. It's not a necessity of life nor should you be looked down on for not baking from-scratch. I do it because I love it and sometimes I feel a little less guilty when I reach for my third cookie since, you know, they're made with love and all.
Is there anything that you have a growing passion for?
xoxo
My passion, is my children! Love you
Posted by: Peggy Lowen Reyes-Miller | Jul 26, 2013 at 12:53 PM