What does baking mean to you?
I just finished reading a short essay by Sue Browning, in which she writes about her experience growing up baking bread with her grandmother. I loved reading about all the imagery that has remained with her throughout her life: her grandmother's kitchen; watching her grandfather plow the fields, the earth turning over like "black four;" taking a nap while the dough rests. The power of food over our memories never ceases to amaze me.
This got me thinking: what does baking mean for the members of TFL? I have my own story, but I will hold off sharing it until later. I would love it if you could share what baking means for you. How do you feel when baking? What images come to mind? Are you reminded of a particular time or place? Or is it simply a process with little emotional baggage, but one that lets you feed your family?
I can't wait to hear your answers!