LIVING LIFE

I am starting to believe that there is an actual baking gene. My mother was an excellent baker and luckily she kept a small file box filled with weathered baking recipes from local newspapers, along with many handwritten recipes on small index cards.

Years later, being as I also truly enjoyed baking, I typed the contents of my mother’s recipe box onto my computer. The recipes were then printed, placed in plastic sleeves and organized in a large three ring binder along with all of the dessert recipes I had collected on my own.

Through the years, my daughter has demonstrated her love of baking with the purchase of many beautiful and unique cookbooks. She enjoys the challenge of complicated recipes which result in amazing cakes, cookies, and muffins.

Last week, I received a phone call from my daughter, asking for advice because the cake my grandson was making (with her supervision) was flowing over the top of the pan, and smoke was emanating from the oven. Our young baker was placed outside while she attempted to do a search and recover mission on the cake. I visited the next day and enjoyed the cake so much that I made the exact same recipe – in a larger Bundt pan.

The interesting thing is that my grandson’s cake actually tasted much better than mine. I guess the secret ingredient was smoke.

I see multiple cans of oven cleaner in my future.

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