Bake

When I was 9 years old, I baked my first apple pie for my mother. The joy on her face when she came home to that pie was enough to make me want to bake for others as well. Soon neighbors were getting pies and cookies from the little girl next door who liked to bake. Me.

​Pies turned into cakes. One day, while I was looking through my mother’s recipe book, I came across a recipe my Oma, grandmother, used to make, Almond Cake. Over the years, I tweaked the recipe, imported a special pan from Germany to bake it in and baked hundreds of almond cakes.

Today, my favorite thing to do is to bake cookies, cakes and pastries from scratch. Even better, sharing them with a friend, neighbor, food pantry or loved one warms my soul.

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Baking is a work of the heart.