Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Baked


I haven't made banana bread in donkeys' years… avoiding bad carbs along with everyone else.
But having grown up in a household where butter, sugar and flour were like a holy trinity, it was a slow and painful transition to not automatically reach for a mixing bowl and a wooden spoon to bake, usually a couple of things (hey, the oven's on already)—several times a week. My mom baked quite a bit… and I spent many hours going through her cookbooks and handwritten recipes, sorting them and, I thought, bringing order to chaos.  She would just roll her eyes.
I still have a few recipes in her handwriting, and look at them with pleasure. The pound cake recipe probably came from my paternal grandmother. It was her signature dessert, one that I indulge my dad in regularly—since it prompts such pleasant associations for him. "Cherry pound cake! I haven't had this in years!" Well, actually, no…you had some last week, but—hey, glad you're likin' it, dad.


4 comments:

Kerrie Maloney said...

Love everything about this post. The lace 'bread" doiley, the banana bread, the reflections on baking and collecting the old recipes. Truly feel you could be my soul sister.

bc said...

Soul sisters, always a good thing! Thanks for your kind words…

Valerie said...

I agree, a very lovely post. Sure hope that's sour cherry pound cake you're whipping up for your dad. You're a very good daughter!

bc said...

er, I neglected to mention that the cherry pound cake is from a store bakery; he used to go in and ask the bakery manager to make it, and they still do; so I just buy it there. Can't take banana bread to him, he loathes it. ☹