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The simple art of baking.
Baking brought me joy in so many ways.
Memories. Creating. Learning from my mistakes. Giving.
Baking brought me joy in the form of memories.
I have so many memories baking with my Memaw and Great-Grandma.
Pies, cakes, cookies, breads, the list goes on and on.
I can still remember what it was like to stand in their kitchen, what their hands looked like working and what their voices sounded like.
My Nanny used to bake dozens and dozens of cookies at Christmastime. I’ve baked those cookies before, I don’t know how she did it.
My Grandmas were amazing women, cooks and bakers and I’m so thankful I have those memories.
Baking brought me joy by creating.
It amazes me how we can take a substance in its perfect natural state, mix it with other substances and create something to be enjoyed.
Using your hands to make something has so much power.
If you follow me on Instagram you may have noticed I have taken up bread baking.
I live in this state of amazement and frustration from the minute I mix the dough by hand till the minute the loaf comes out of the oven.
There is something truly magical about the whole process!
Baking brought me joy by teaching me to learn from my mistakes.
Much like life, when baking you make mistakes along the way but you correct them and improve yourself.
And much like the breads that I bake it’s the imperfections that make them unique.
To me my imperfections are a sign that I am in need of Jesus.
“I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing.”John 15:5
It’s amazing that, even with baking, the experiences in my life always point to Christ.
Baking brought me joy by giving.
Creating something to share with others in a joy in and of itself.
What joy it is to give someone something that you made with your hands.
My father is an amazing woodworker. Every piece he has ever made me is not only beautiful but oh so special.
However the things I am making are to be consumed and not cherished forever.
Baking brings me joy for a lifetime.
Baking can be a joyful, frustrating, difficult, insightful, wonderful experience. Slow down and take your time. You may have to get your hands and your kitchen a little messy.
Here is my Great-Grandma Pierce’s homemade pie crust recipe. She made the best pies. I wanted to share this with you all. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have.
My Grandma’s Pie Crust
- 6 cups of flour
- 2.5 cups of shortening
- 1/2 cup of cold water, extra 1/4 cup if needed
- 1 teaspoon of salt
Add flour, salt and shortening into bowl. Chunk up shortening before adding. Mix ingredients together but do not over mix. Stop when shortening is pea sized. Add water until you can form a ball with your hands. Roll out dough. Bake at 450 or according to flavor of pie you are making. Yields 2 bottom crusts and 2 top crusts.
Also here is the amazing book by Bonnie Ohara that I have been baking bread from. I started at the beginning and have been baking through each chapter. Soon I will make my very first sourdough!! Wish me luck!
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