Where it all began....

My love of baking goes back to my childhood.  I stayed with my grandmother while my parents worked.  She was a no-nonsense kind of woman whose religion and family were the things she held dear.  She and my grandfather did not live in luxury.  I remember early in my childhood “helping” her put the clothes through the wringer washer.  She made her own clothes until shortly before her death, and my job was to catch the material as she would sew it.  I thought I had a really important job back then, but I now know she was probably just trying to keep me busy. 

As I grew up, I kind of forgot all the things I learned from my grandmother.  I got busy with my life being a young adult, getting married, having and raising children.  What I’m finding now as I get older; however, is that I’m drawn back to the things I learned from her.  I find myself doing things now that remind me of her.  I look at my hands and I see hers, quite literally.  They look like I remember hers looking. 

Now that I am more mature, wiser, older, I am now getting back into baking.  I have always enjoyed baking, but I now have a great love of it.  I would just love to have a little shop where I could bake and bake all day (with someone else to clean it up).  That is my “if I win the lottery, even though I don’t play the lottery” dream.  I have often also thought about starting a catering-type service for baked goods wherein if you don’t bake and need something, you call me.  I will make something homemade (Made by Mimi) for you.  Until I get that going, I will continue to provide my friends and family with baked goods at parties and events.

Thanks Gram, for giving me such a great gift.  I can only hope I can give my children and grandchildren as great of a gift as you have given to me.