The art of baking starts with having the right ingredients and follows with a knowledge that what you are doing is feeding the hungry with loving spoonfuls of goodness. My mom is baking again and the sweet aroma allows home to feel like home once more. The art of her baking is deliciously healing.
Everyone needs a helping hand no matter how small… my mother has many helping hands surrounding her.
After several months of not baking… my mother picked up her wooden spoon. The atmosphere was softly quiet as if we were baking a souffle. The children knew, as only children do, that this was a first step for their beloved Vavie (Grandmother)………… Each one of them took their starring role- as if holding my mother's hand leading the way, making the steps easier for Vavie to follow. Grace-filled were their actions.
The art of baking is flavored with a passion to share the bounty of your labor. The children have baked with my mother a million times before. They know her secret ingredient and give it back a hundredfold.
With each turn of the wooden spoon, each lick of the beater, each stolen taste…. healing was being served.
The art of baking.
Photos: My Mother's loving spoonful…Homemade Chocolate chip cookies and fresh apricot pie.
Note: Yesterday many of you asked to see the final result of my glamour day. I had fingernail polish up to my elbows, really I did. Do you really want to have nightmares? Next time I will give you the pleasure of the fright.
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