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Wednesday, July 13, 2011

The Bakery

Sometimes I remember attending a party. I remember a yellow and green table. Or maybe it was a table with yellow flowers and green petals. It could have been the table cloth. I remember matching yellow chairs. They were vinyl. I remember people being there. My mother, my father. I remember this was a festive occasion. I remember cake.
I think it was a birthday party. I think it was mine. And it was before I had a little sister so I didn't have to share it.
I think I smashed the cake all over my face.
My mother probably baked it herself.
My mother worked in the bakery at one of the major grocery chains when I was a kid. More importantly our galley kitchen was her private bakery. Our holidays were full of cakes, cookies, breads, cobblers, pies, tortes, chocolate, and more yummy than you can imagine. My grandmother told me that Mom did all the baking as a teenager, too. She attended vocational courses in high school to manage her own kitchen and then went to work for the grocery store. I saw the pictures in her old year book. She looked great in an apron at seventeen.

Mom cooked for us every night. On Sunday she would cook a baked good. I loved Sundays. But her habit of only cooking Sunday dessert  gave me a bad "greedy" habit. Meaning that because I had a little sister, we would try to eat as much of the dessert before the other as quickly as we could. This has proven to be a difficult habit to break even though now I am only competing with myself.

When I went to college I actually lost weight. Cafeteria food did not compare to my mother's cooking. I rarely ate the desserts offered on campus. I did eat the vegetables. I grew up on fresh baked goods, I would rather wait for holiday breaks and eat Mom's goods. I could wait it out and I did for years.

After I graduated college and found a job two hours from home, I knew that I would either have to start baking for myself or find an alternative.
I remember my friends touting the freshness and tastiness of Entenmann and Hostess bakeries. I disagreed but I would visit the bakery or outlet shops (never buying from a grocer) to find the freshest cakes. It was never as good as my mother's foods. Despite this, the items would hold me over until my vacation days from work.Even the baked goods from the bakery sections of the grocery stores would not interest me. I knew my mother's would be better and if she hadn't cooked I could trot over to my aunt's home and eat her baked items.

I started my collection of cupcake tins, cake pans, pie pans, and casserole dishes. I started collecting cookbooks. I knew that I would have to learn to bake for myself. During visits home,  I would watch my mother in the kitchen while she baked her dozens and dozens of holiday cookies and cakes. From her I learned many secrets. For example, most brown sugar is just sugar with molasses mixed into it. Buying brown sugar separately is just silly. She said that every kitchen should have molasses, real vanilla, a metal mixing bowl, and cornmeal in it. She warned to always bake with the freshest eggs.

I also started observing my aunt's bakery skills. She had been holding out on me. She makes the meanest cheesecakes I have ever gobbled down. I picked up a knack for making Amish Friendship Bread from my aunt. Her red velvet cake has amazing moisture. She taught me that one should only bake with Dominos sugar.It is the only sugar where "Sugar Cane" is listed as the ingredient. I still don't know why that is true. She explained the difference between lard, butter and margarine in recipes. Vital information for a baker.
I love Friendship Bread, I still bake it for the winter holidays. I receive requests each Christmas. My aunt promises to teach me to make a perfect red velvet cake. I am excited.

Mom bakes cakes for the grandkids birthdays, she continues to make dozens of cookies for Christmas, and she still has not been able to duplicate her grandmother's sweet potato pie recipe.  We finally convinced her to start shipping cookies for Christmas to us since she now lives in the South.

Mom always baked for us with ingredients from scratch. She taught my sister to make her favorite dessert, lemon meringue pie when she was still in high school. That was cool. She learned the recipe while I was studying in college baking cream cheese brownies for my friends. When they were very young, Mom learned that my sister used pre-packaged cookie dough with her children. She went on a rampage. She said pre-packaged dough was lazy. I guess when you are the daughter of a woman who bakes for a living, you are expected to always bake from scratch for your children. Funny.


Mom retired from the grocery store years ago. She has started her own bakery selling to her friends and neighbors. I am jealous. As the daughter of a baker, I don't want to share my mother's cooking.

I want that special feeling I had when I sat at the yellow and green table and smashed cake into my hair.

PS
Thanks Mom for everything. Especially for carrying me during most of the Summer.

8 comments:

Claudia Moser said...

This has been such a wonderful story, so easy to read. Thank you for sharing it!

Paula Martin said...

Great memories. My Mum did a lot of baking and I remember her ginger cake, meringues and mince pies. Sadly I didn't inherit her skills, my cakes sank in the middle, my meringues were soggy and my pastry was always like leather :-(

Word Nerd said...

I loved this! I baked a lot when my kids were growing up (See my belly? Not all of that can be blamed on the pregnancies themselves.)--always from scratch. These days, I sometimes grab a donut from Dunkin' Donuts, rugelach from the Corner Bakery, or pretty much anything from Weber's, my favorite bakery.

beachlover said...

What great memories! Let me know how your red velvet cake turns out! It's on my list to do with my daughter, who just loves it with a cream cheese frosting.

Nice story and thanks for sharing your memories.

Kathy29156 said...

What lovely memories and such a wonderful story!!

Kathy
http://www.thetruckerswife.com

Jenn said...

This was a great story--thanks for sharing. I enjoyed reading it!! Baking is something I love to do as well! Cheers, Jenn
http://www.wine-n-chat.com

Mojo Writin' said...

This was a very cool read.

Jo said...

Liked this one! How lucky to have a baker for a mommy. I had a cook for a mommy and that meant left-vers from the job got to come home. I remember that being a Good Thing as Martha would say. LOL

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