Baking

When I was little, my mom and I would bake all the time. Cookies, cakes, pies of all sorts. We would create cookie trays at Christmas time, and cakes for birthdays. As I grew up, the baking seized and we didn't congregate in the kitchen as much. We still made Christmas cookie trays for people. These cookie trays were amazing. We filled trays up until you could no longer see the actual tray itself. Oodles and oodles of cookies were made. Dozens and dozens. At least a hundred dozen were made in our little kitchen each and every year. We never missed a Christmas season. We sent them to family, our neighbors, and even a tray to close friends. Now that I am getting older, the traditions my mother and I started will continue on. Years and years from now I hope to continue the amazing ritualistic tradition my mother started out of the small kitchen in our first home, with my children. And like me, I hope my children will continue the tradition. And so on. Traditions are what build a family. Baking is a tradition that is near and dear to my heart.
“It takes an endless amount of history to make even a little tradition.”