As a youth, I probably wouldn't have told anyone about my attempt today: to use an almost-expired container of yogurt in a cake recipe. It could have revealed I was "less than" in some way I can't exactly articulate even today. However, the world around me has evolved. Thrifting is trendy and green, and now I'm writing a full blog post about the origins of my frugality and its connection to chocolate cake.
Making, frying, and eating maple bars inevitably brings up memories of Grandma Eslinger and the family farm. It becomes an event, something to look forward to. It's a time when Justin and I reminisce about our own shared memories, and we begin building new stories together--all from a single doughnut recipe.
Today, I received a shipment of 1,000 books, and I felt that similar surge of joy the first time I held Baking ABC. I can't escape its delight, even during these dimmer days. It is a physical manifestation of many priorities and identities in my life
Today is the first day of spring. I usually associate spring with new beginnings, i.e. additions like babies, flowers in gardens, more light. This year, spring coincides with a pandemic that is stripping away so much of what we know and love. A harsh change certainly creates new beginnings, but it isn't exactly what I had in mind. We're all in the midst of letting go, or being forced to let go, of so much in our lives: routine, connection, health, time, work, livelihood, and sometimes loved ones. We're bidding farewell to plans, what might have been, and excitement. Traveling, gathering in beloved spaces, learning in community...the list goes on. I recently learned that my Great British Baking Class at...