As the temperature outside cools down, my random happy thoughts lead me to baking.
Nothing fills a home with love and warmth like the delicious smells of something bubbling in the oven. Today my plan is to shop for a few Thanksgiving items and start planning the menu to grace our table during the kickoff of what I consider Baking Season.
Having a batch of kids in the house means I have access to my own personal KP crew. Together we laugh and peel and roll and form cake pops, cookies, and pie fillings. They love it when I make something hot and delicious in the slow cooker, like sweet potatoes with cinammon and butter. We get sloppy and decorate mounds of cookies with sugary icing and tiny little silver ball candies. My life is filled with joy, knowing that afternoons spent joking and conversing are embedding family memories into the hearts of my (not so)little ones.
The day will come when the last child leaves home for good, only to be a visitor on subsequent returns, and I’m happy about that. I’m happy my children are anxious and confident and excited about heading out into the world, ready to make it their own.
For every departure, I’ll wrap up a ribbon-tied stack of family recipes, ones that they have helped to create over the years, and send them out to make baking memories of their own with future families and children.
And just like my grandma’s pie crust recipe, those memories will be warm, flaky, delicious, and filled with love.