I am a mom to two beautiful girls. My husband and I live in a house that is very special to our family history and we take pride in being lucky enough to raise our girls in a place filled with many special memories. Some of those memories are learning to bake. I started learning to bake when I was just a little girl. I loved to be in the kitchen with my mom especially. We made so many brownies and peanut butter bars and I still use those very same recipes. I also learned a lot of my baking skills from both of my grandmas.
Growing up I would spend the summers at my grandma's house. I would help her in the garden and in the kitchen. She taught me how to make apple pie and blueberry muffins. I still think no recipe beats her old-school Vermont style of baking these things. Someday I will figure out how to perfect her squash buns.
My other grandma, Baba, would come visit from San Francisco. I loved her visits so much, it always seemed like it would take forever for her to get here. And when my aunt would come too it was even more exciting. My Baba made Mandelbrot (Jewish biscotti) every time she would visit. I always remember those visits and everyone sitting around, chatting, and eating yummy foods.
Now when my aunt comes to visit we continue to sit around, chatting, and eating yummy food. That is one of the reasons that I love to bake. Food brings people together. Every time we celebrate something we gather around with food and dessert. No matter how full, there is always more space for dessert. I love knowing that I am helping families create memories with my sweets.
My love of baking (and eating) has always stayed. I add so much love to my baking. And if you ever ask my daughters what I put in my treats, they will tell you, "love." They can even tell you how I put it in there, "By thinking about the people the food is for and the memories they will make while enjoying it."