I love this time of year. When fall rolls around I get even more excited about baking than I do any other time of the year. Summer ends and the real baking begins. The last months of the year are full of special reasons to spend time with family, share smiles, and bake sweet memories.
One of my favorite baking memories is making pecan pies with my uncle. We make them every year around Christmas but I thought I’d share the recipe with you again a little early this year. It’s too good to wait until December.
My grandmother used to make these pecan pies. Her recipe made three perfect pies at a time. She made them every year for family and friends. She loved it. And when she became less able to keep up with the same quantity of pies she liked to make, my uncle Ronnie became the official pie maker. He doesn’t bake and he’s not really a dessert guy but he makes a mean pecan pie. He’s been making them now for well over a decade since my grandmother passed away. He’s continued making them every year for friends and family to carry on his Mama’s tradition. And now I bake with him every year I can and if not I make sure to bake them in my own kitchen. It’s our family’s way of keeping her with us during the holidays.
And the pies are delicious too, so that’s awesome.
Of course, I had to put my touch on them and make them mini. Major cute. But I still wrap them just like she did. Simple and sweet. I love these refrigerated and I eat them like a giant pecan pie cookie.
Here’s the recipe how my grandmother made it and here’s a link to the original post with step-by-step photos demonstrated by my uncle and a little more about my grandmother.
And keep scrolling for a fun giveaway below…
Mama's Pecan Pies
Ingredients
Instructions
In a separate bowl, crack open six eggs. Remove the “roosters” and loosely beat the eggs with your spoon.
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Holiday or any day.
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I remember one Thanksgiving, my daughter, who was 13 at the time, decided to make Thanksgiving dinner all by herself. She made her first turkey, all of the sides, and a ton of gingerbread cookies. They were all very good, but she has decided never to do a turkey again because it took all day ;)
My son decided to intertwine string through every handle and draw throughout my kitchen. After we cut all the string down, my daughter and son decided to make gingerbread houses. The kids were very neat while decorating and even decided to clean up their messes when they were done. :)
no one in my family bakes except for myself. i remember one holiday, my sister took it upon herself to make a spice cake. she misread the recipe and swapped baking soda for baking powder and thought the salt was the sugar! so, the cake looked nice enough but tasted like a salty chalky mess. the family bravely smiled and ate tiny slices of cake, until my sister realized her mistake and threw the entire mess in the trash. they’ve left the baking to me from then on!
I remember when I was a kid at Thanksgiving that my mother, my aunt and I would bake pies. This was the only time I was allowed in the kitchen so it was very special to me. My mother and my aunt are no longer with me so I really miss this alot.
Baking with my precious granddaughters every year.
My favorite baking memory is one of my husband and I while we were still in high school, where we met. I was making a cake for our favorite teacher, a Superman cake, and I couldn’t figure out how I wanted to decorate it. My best friend (and secret love and future husband) came to the rescue and we had so much fun decorating it together. Fast-forward and 16 years later he still helps me with my baking. He is the best helper ever. :)
my family didn’t bake much when i was growing up, so my baking memories are of baking for my husband and me. right now I’m obsessed with finding the perfect chocolate chip cookie recipe!
I remember when I was a young boy, my mother baking all the time for my family (there were 9 kids). She always had something special to make. My fondest memories of my mothers baking was her cut out cakes on my birthday. She would ask me what my favorite things were, then at my birthday party she would present to me and all my school friends these amazing cakes, like a huge train, with cake smoke clouds, licorice on the wheels and colorful buttercream with my age on the engine! I bet my eyes were as big as saucers when I saw it. Her baking has always been an inspiration to me as I make all of her amazing quick breads and cakes to this day! I love you mom!
My favorite baking memory is baking my son’s first birthday cake. I had never done more than toss together a mix and slap a can of store-bought frosting on top (still in the pan, of course!), but some weird new mom vibe was telling me his first birthday cake had to be special. I bought a shaped pan and icing bags/tips. I searched for the perfect cake and icing recipes. I stayed up all night trying to get it just right. It turned out pretty good for a first try! Little did I know that “voice” would return each year, telling me to make this birthday cake bigger and better. I also was lucky to discover that I had a passion- and a little bit of talent- for it. Five years later, I am baking and decorating for actual income!
It’s nice when those mommy hormones do something good for you, rather than just making you act like a crazy person!
I enjoy baking for my family and they enjoy eating my bake goods.
I think my favorite baking memory is the time I made an amazing chocolate and caramel tart as a Halloween surprise for my parents when they returned home from their vacation. I was in college and went home for the weekend while my parents were away, and left the tart in the fridge as a surprise for when they got home on Monday and didn’t feel like making dinner, let alone baking. (I have to admit that I did steal a piece before I left, though!)
i remember my granma used to buy german sugar cookies every christmas and they were delicious… i never found it again
My favorite baking memory is making Christmas cookies, peanut butter balls and fudge with my mom while listening to Christmas music!
my sister and i were still in grade school when we waited for my parents to take a nap before we busted out our weird concoction of ingredients for cookies. our substitution for sugar were the marshmellows from a box of lucky charms. back in the day, those marshmellows were far and few. the cookies came out terribly bland, hard and ugly but they were so exciting to make and we had so much fun making them! :)
My Swedish mom passed away when I was 16. So each Christmas I like to bake Swedish coffee cake, kokosbollar, or pepparkakor with my kids in memory of Grandma!
Baking my families peanut butter pie with my mother each year for my birthday! No regular cake would do!
Yum Yum Yum and Ho Ho Ho to all of you! Thanks for showing me those delicious Christmas cake pops! I want to make a new memory this year and create them with my Grandson, Tyler!
When I was little my sister always made peanut butter cookies. She would use a fork to mash them down a little and they would have lines on them when they came out of the oven. I always thought they were the best cookies ever. I will now only eat her peanut butter cookies.
When I was little my Dad bought these delicious coconut macaroons from this little store until it shut down. It was probably nostalgia, but no other coconut macaroons could match the ones from my childhood, so I tried making my own when I was 14. It took years, dozens of recipes, a ton of coconut and quite a few burnt cookies before I made a batch that was just right. Between my Dad and me the cookies only lasted a few hours but it was all worth it.
My daughter and I baked cookies as Christmas gifits for family and some friends. We baked Tollhouse Chocolate chip, White Chocolate chip in a chocolate cookie, coconut macaroons. We had the most fun and everyone we brought cookies enjoyed it.
It has become a tradition, that we bring cookies now..
Being in the kitchen with my great-grandmother and grandmother. Neither seemed to mind when I would drag out all of their kitchen tools to play with while they cooked. They always took such care in making sure holidays were special.
My best friend in the world, who is not a baker, but loves chocolate cake, asked me to make a cake for her when she visited us. I, of course, said – sure! So, she sent me the pages of the recipe. Literally. Pages. It was a 6 layer cake, with multiple fillings, and a toasted marshmallow top. Whew! But, it gave me the excuse to buy taller cake pans and a culinary torch and a new cake dome. And, I DID make that cake. And it turned out awesome, even if I do say so myself!! :)
My favorite baking memory is back whenI was 5 and instead of getting me an Easy Bake Oven, my mom started letting me bake with the real oven. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship…between me and the oven :)
I bake with my mom EVERY SINGLE CHRISTMAS. i’ll never forget the year i was about 13 years old when we were just out on our luck, lol we spilled flour and sugar left and right and dropped eggs every 5 minutes lol it was just a huge mess. But by the end of the day even though we were both delusional, overwhelmed and exhausted from all the baking and CLEANING, we had a great time and even more laughs it was all worth it i’ll never forget it!
Me and my 2 year old daughter made a vanilla cake together last week and had a blast making it…and then eating it :P
A couple of years ago, me and my younger sister baked a whole bunch of cookies together! We made a mess in the kitchen and had to clean it up, but it was still really great
I remember when my daughter was 5, we made a batch of chocolate chip cookies together and had alot of fun
My favorite baking memory was when I first baked a cake with my mom. It was soo much fun!
My favorite baking memory is making pumpkin cookies last autumn with my nieces. There was quite a big mess, but I don’t think we stopped laughing once through the whole mixing and baking process! Not to mention, the cookies were some of the tastiest I’ve ever had.
One of my favorite baking memories, was with my friend’s daughter Chandra who was 4 at the time (last fall). We went apple picking on the most beautiful day ever. It was just Chandra and I. Then we took out haul and went home to bake apple pies. Her mom was taking care of her little sister, so Chandra, her dad and I made little apple pies, while her mom took pics of us. There was flour and sugar all over the place. It sure was a fall to remember.
When I was about 10 I spent an entire day (one of the President’s birthdays) making a chocolate igloo.
My grandma was the baker in our family. She made what we call her famous apple pie. My mom and I had the pleasure of spending the day with her learning how to make her apple pie, crust and all.
Grandma always bought a few bushels of apples and made enough pies to last our family for the year. She would make them and freeze most of them to bake later. After my grandma passed away, my mom and I decided to carry on the tradition once all of grandma’s pies were gone. We spent an entire day making homemade crust, slicing apples and putting together pies for our family.
My first edible effort…blueberry muffins!
I will forever love baking from scratch with natural ingredients.
My baking memory is with my Grandma. Way back in the day she used to make Divinity for a Christmas treat and I always helped. One of my earliest memories is Grandma saying…”it’s time to make “bird poop”. lol Great time, great memories!
My favorite baking moment is baking bread with my mom when I was growing up. She has been gone a long time but the recipe and tradition is still alive with me, my kids and my grandchildren.
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I was making Christmas cookies, and had meticulously shaped and rolled in powdered sugar a batch of snowflake crinkle cookies. I carefully carried them to the oven, opened the door to put the cookies in, and promptly banged the cookie sheet into the side of the oven. Needless to say, powdered sugar was everywhere! This is one of my favorite baking memories, and taught me a lesson about just having fun in the kitchen.
I have always loved to bake. Being in the kitchen baking up something has always been a passion of mine. I have many baking memories but one that I remember vividly was Christmas Eve last year when I got up really early and just went to town making goodies. Toffee, peppermint bark, cake pops, mint meringue cookies, chocolate chip etc. I had a field day in the kitchen and loved every second of it. Soon I hope to start my own food blog and do all things food all the time. Cheers!
Like many others, my favorite memories of baking are with my mother. We enjoyed baking cookies and pies together, creating many memories along the way. She wrote down many of her recipes in a journal for me. I cherish that journal. :)
My favorite memory is baking pies, year around with my grandmother. She ALWAYS made her own dough and I distinctly remember her giving me the dough scraps to eat and dip in cinnamon-sugar!
I have two favorite baking memories:
First was baking chocolate oatmeal candies with my mom when I was little (and I still make them with her today; I’m 26). It is my granny’s recipe and they are delicious!
My second favorite memory is baking pumpkin seeds with my mom. She has a recipe that is delicious! That is one of the reasons why I love fall so much…pumpkin time!
Making sugar cookies with my mother for Christmas. :) It’s a holiday tradition I look forward to every year!
I think the most memorable time I had baking was when I made oatmeal cookies to sell to earn money for a Girl Scout trip. I must have made three batches that first time and my mom helped me stay up late to bag them all. She took them to work the next day and sold out! I was so proud.
I love making homemade fudge with my kids. One year we make a delicious mistake and have been purposely making that same mistake every single year!!
My most precious memory was baking cookies with my kids when they were younger to leave for Santa
Making my first batch of cookies wiith my Mom.
baking cookies:)
My best friend and I made oreo cookie cupcakes from scratch (the bakerella recipe!) this past summer as one of the events of many that we spent together. Because she goes to school down in southern california, I only see her three or four times a year. We experimented with many different techniques in piping frosting and created even more memories through laughter and time spent together.
My dad always made the best cranberry orange nut bread.
This post reminds me of our annual Pie Night we hold the night before Thanksgiving. Even though my famille has spread out across the country, we all coordinate our pre-Thanksgiving celebrations and we each bake at least one pie. It’s our own version of tailgating!
Growing up, my older sister and I would always spend a weekend at my grandmothers house. This weekend we would decorate the house for Christmas. Put up the tree, put out the little villages, and my favorite part of all: fudge making. MASSIVE amounts of fudge making. Wonderful memories!
One of my favorite memories is when me and my friend decided to bake chocolate chip cookies after school – I think this was 4th grade (many years ago). They quickly burned to a crisp! We later realized that we forgot to turn it from pre-heat to bake – don’t think my current oven has that feature. We never forgot to turn it to bake after that, and to this day we still remember…being so sad about the burnt cookies.
I love to bake pecan cookies for the holidays!
MY favorite memory is baking mexican wedding cookies for christmas.
My favorite baking memory is helping my mom make lemon meringue pie every year for my dad’s birthday, it was so much fun to make, and since dad and I were the only ones that really liked it so we basically got the whole pie to ourselves :)
My mother starts baking the day after Thanksgiving and continues through Christmas Eve when she finishes dipping the last of the chocolate candy. To walk into the house and smell the wonderful smells after school (or now, work) is beyond compare! One weekend day would be devoted to decorating cut out cookies and my three sisters and I would help with this task. The absolute best memory, however, was gathering all of the cookies/candies and packaging them to ship to family/friends or deliver locally. Last year the record number of 705 dozen cookies/candies were produced. (Springfield News Leader 12/21/2011)
My 3 year old and I making birthday cakes for birthdays. He loves to help with everything, especially licking the spoon.
Every year during Christmas time my mom sister and I make viscochos. Those are Mexican wedding cookies. They sometime get made for weddings not during the holiday season. But to me, the smell of them baking is Christmas. These are the cookies we still leave out for Santa, along with a coke, cause my mom does not like milk.
We had a fantastic winter baking tradition in my house that always had my sister and I eagerly awaiting the first snowfall. I can no longer remember the name of the picture book, but there was a wonderful story about the first snow of the season and at the end of the book the little boy and his mother would make a delicious chocolate cake. My mother replaced the recipe at the end of the book with her own *amazing* chocolate loaf cake, but the tradition was the same! Those first flakes of snow always meant Dutch cocoa powder, mayo, chocolate chips and that mouth watering chocolate cake smell. The first pieces were always served straight out of the oven. To this day it’s still my favorite winter recipe!
I had so much fun baking and decorating my wedding cake, it was a wonderful (and stressful!) experience :)
Growing up, I enjoyed spending time with my mom baking cookies and cupcakes. Although I didn’t do much of the baking, I sure did a lot of the eating.
My *FAVORITE* baking memory is definitely my *earliest* memory of being in the kitchen. I had to be no older than 3 or 4 years old, when I “helped” my mom make Oatmeal cookies from scratch. (“Helped”= scooped the cookie dough onto the cookie sheet) :-)
My favorite memory has to be teaching my daughter how to cook and bake. and we still enjoy it today.
I always love to bake around the holidays. Me and my daughter always try new recipes every year. Whether they come out good or not, its always fun to bake!!!
I think my favorite baking memory is making spekkoek with my great-grandmother. Spekkoek is an Indonesian layered spice cake. I remember it taking forever because you have to cook each layer in the oven one by one. My great-grandmother passed away in May and I hope to continue making this cake with my kids one day.
I have always been a baker. Even as a young girl. I used to bake cookies and send them to my brother who was serving in the military. (he said they would be crumbled and he would eat them with a spoon)
I love to bake for others but I don’t have a mixer to stir up the ingredients!
I have recently retired and would like to pick-up a cookbook to start baking for my children and grandchildren. I have really missed baking those goodies for Christmas.
One of my favorite baking memories is making store bought tollhouse cookies with my grandma. I knew when I stayed the night at her house she would have a roll of dough in the fridge waiting…and she always let me sneak some raw dough!
I have fond memories of baking Christmas cookies with my too ages in college
Baking a jiffy cake mix with my grandma.
My favorite baking memory is baking with my niece years ago and giving her the beater to lick the frosting off. Her mother does not bake at all and the poor little thing was so confused and did not know what to do with it.
My mom always made “Castle” cookies, a pumpkin cookie with butterscotch chips. I loved to help her and now I make them every year myself and it brings back those memories of baking with my mom. And now I am passing it on to my girls.
My favorite baking memory is baking christmas cookies with my grandmothers as a kid. I would visit both set of grandmas as a child and spend a week with each of them over christmas break. We would bake cookies and I would learn to make their favorite cookie recipes and their techniques for each. To this day I make those cookies every year and make the recipe the exact same way.
My favorite memory is baking holiday cookies with my family!
My favorite baking memory is making no-bake cookies with my 3 sisters late at night.
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My favorite memory was when me and my brother would wake up at there would be a pot with chocolate chip cookies and cherry winks. I also remember when it would be snack time at school my mom always bought baked things like brownies or cookies. Everyone loved when it was my turn to bring things or when the holidays came around. Then when my son started school I did the same thing. Always making holiday treats extra special. I didn’t just go out and buy a bag of candy like most parents did. They so loved that.
I can remember making all kinds of goodies with my Nana.
Molasses candy that we had to pull and pull. Fudge at the holidays. Thanks for making me reminisce.
I’m not a great baker, my mom never baked anything in her life, I have made chocolate chip cookies from scratch and everone is still alive…lol
My family does a baking weekend every December. All 15 of us gather at my Mom’s and bake up a storm. Some of my best memories of my Grandma come from our baking weekends. She taught me so much and developrd my passion for baking. Every year I take a decorated sugar cookie to her grave made just for her.
I can remember watching my grandmother bake her caramel cake, which is still my favorite. She took such time and care in everything she did to make that cake. I remember like it was yesterday, but it was some 30 years ago.
My favorite baking memory, when I was 10 and went to bake cookies and I read the receipe wrong and had 22cups of flour instead of 2-2cups of flour not sure why the receipe was written that way but by the time I was noticed I had mixed the flour ,oatmeal and other dry ingredients. Fun thankfully the adults didn’t get to upset.
My favorite baking memory was making a holiday yule log (a festive cake that looks like a beautified tree log). It’s a lot of work to make, but it’s an awesome centerpiece for the holidays that doubles as a delicious dessert to end the evening! If you haven’t tried one before, I’d recommend it–it can be really fun!
As a child I remember my mother baking for my older sister and I. She did everything from sugar cookies to cakes. As we grew older my sister took over the baking and became something of the official cake baker in the family. Now a days I am the one doing the baking and am joined by my 3yr old son. Although I am relatively new to the baking bug, he loves it when we are doing cupcakes, mini-cupcakes or just cookies in his favorite characters. I love that even though he is only 3 he gets so excited to help out and immediately pulls up a chair when I ask “You want to bake some cupcakes” He is such a little helper. For his last birthday we worked on some sugar cookies with royal icing and he just loved helping to decorate them lol. He wanted to use all the colors on one cookie :)
I’m notorious for being strict in the kitchen, but a few years ago my dearest friend had an idea we had to try. We covered bananas in peanut butter, rolled them in m&ms, dipped them in brownie batter, put marshmallows on top, and then baked them. To say they were alarmingly unsuccessful is an understatement, but it’s probably the most fun I’ve ever had in the kitchen. We’ve tried several methods over the years, but in the end, there is just no way to cook an entire banana like that and still enjoy it.
I remember making chocolate chip cookies with my mother. They were always best hot out of the oven with a large glass of milk. I have continued the tradition baking these delicious cookies with my children. They rarely last long enough to fill the cookie jar.
My favorite time baking is during the holidays with my kids. The table is made into the frosting and sprinkle station. I think my kids have almost as much fun as I do.
My favorite baking memory was one year attempting to make green Christmas tree sugar cookies with my Granny… needless to say it was a disaster, but a wonderful memory! I hope to make baking memories with my kids, hopefully just a little less disastrous ;-)
My most favorite memory is making Santa Claus cookies with my grandmother. We couldn.t wait until we were old enough to help decorate! We still make them every year.
My Grandma Elizabeth (who my daughter is named after) taught me to bake when I was about 9 or 10. I’ve loved it ever since, by my first “experiments” (including an exploding angel food cake) are my favorite memories.
My favorite memory was baking peanut butter blossoms and making fudge with my sister many years ago. We wore old fashioned aprons and spent the entire day baking to make enough for Christmas giving. I remember catching my son (who was probably 3 years old at the time) biting the tips of the kisses off the cookies! Such a rascal – still is. :o)
My favorite baking memory was when I was in middle school. I tried to bake chocolate chip cookies but used powdered sugar instead of flour. I basically was baking icing. It was such a disaster, but now it’s a funny story.
When I was younger, must have been about 9 or 10, my family started a tradition of having a make your own pizza night. Basically we would buy pizza dough from Publix or wherever and everyone in my family would get together to see who would make the best pizza. I remember one day sitting at home, watching tv, when my mother comes in with a bag full of pizza dough. She placed on the counter and announces that today is Pizza Day. Flour was flying everywhere, the counter was a mess, smack talk was being thrown around. But I loved it. It brought my entire family together. In the end, my brother, who had made a white-sauce/Hawaiian fusion pizza, won and even today, he still talks about how he is the best pizza cook. To me, cooking and baking brings people together and that’s what I love about it.
All of my favorite baking memories include baking with my Nannie. I have been in the kitchen with her for as long as I can remember. Now that I’m grown up, married, a mama, and live far away with my Marine husband, I miss the moments in the kitchen with her. She’s been battling breast cancer for the 3rd time for almost 2 years and I always cherish the moments I can get back in the kitchen with her. I love that she’s taught me the ropes and passed all of her recipes down to me. It is truly a gift that my 3 year old daughter has also had the experience of baking with Nannie.
My mom didn’t like or know how to bake when I was growing up, probably because she grew up internationally and never owed an oven til she herself was 30, but I love to bake especially since my adopted grandmama loves to bake for the kids and from her I got the baking bug, my favourite memores about baking all include her in the kitchen during the holidays trying to feed the entire family plus relatives and anyone who stop by during the holidays (especially the carollers!)
My mom and I bake pies together every year for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Those two occasions are really the only time a year we have one-on-one time so I really cherish the memories of those times.
Baking Christmas cookies with my grandma every year. She would bake and I would decorate. I’m 26 and still look forward to it every year/
Thanks for the chance to win this great prize! One of my favorite memories of baking was making cookies to give away for Christmas when I was in my old and tiny apartment in college. I had an electric stove and had to unplug the fridge when I used it so I didn’t blow a fuse! The cookies came out great, though.
Throughout the year, we didn’t bake a lot growing up, but we did at Christmas. My mom and aunt would get together, put on classic Christmas music and get to work. It was a long day of baking, but so much fun and a lot of memories!
I remember making cookies with my Mom for a cookie exchange party
My favorite baking memory is baking with grandmother. She would always use her kitchen aid and I would be able to put the ingrediants in for her.
My favorite baking memory is making iced sugar cookies. The cookies are very labor intensive but it is well worth it because they are so cute once decorated. I love the creativity that goes into making the cookies and I love making others feel happy with them.I
Mama baked and decorated birthday and wedding cakes in our little no traffic light town. I got to eat the tops of the layers she would cut off to even out the cake top. One cake in particular made for a tasty supper. The customer paid for the cake with a live chicken!
My Aunt Dot used to bake the most delicious tomato soup cupcakes with Nestles bits now I bake them for my family during the holidays and for my son’s birthday. I always think of her when I tweak her recipe from time to time but they don’t compare to hers
My favorite baking memory is pretty much every year since I can remember, my sister, mom, and I would spend several days in the kitchen during our big Christmas cookie baking extravaganza! We bake cookies for all the neighbors, family, and friends- we always have so much fun! Now that I have a little one, I’m looking foward to doing it with my kids one day, too!
I lived with a wonderful couple for a couple years in another country. The wife, Diane, would make turkey cookies every Thanksgiving. They were just sugar cookies with a turkey cutout but I loved them and loved making them with her. She taught me how to frost them so they looked perfect. Every Thanksgiving I think of her fondly and miss those cookies !!
My grandma was the best baker ever! Every year she made these huge tins of cookies and would mail them to everyone in our family. It was the highlight of of Christmas. She passed away 4 years ago right before the holidays. I decided to take her place in baking hundreds of cookies and mailing them off to everyone. It now helps me remember her and appreciate all of her hard work.
My favorite baking memory is learning to bake all of my mother’s delicious holiday cookies. I have tried to perfect her pecan tartlets ever since I was a littler girl. Last year, I finally made them on my own and took them to a holiday party. They were a huge hit and my friends ask for them year round. I’m glad that my mother’s baking has been passed down to me and I am able to share it with my friends.
I remember making roll out cookies with my Mom and brother every christmas, it was the only time we did roll out and we still have to do at least on batch a year at christmas
I’m not much of a cook. But the choice to get healthy was mine and cooking some of my own food seemed to be the only way. Though sweet treat aren’t exactly healthy; they are in moderation. So with the help of my little sister we attempted to make macarons over the summer which are pretty health considering the nuts. However, all 5 TIMES seemed to be a complete fail. But I have had so much fun in the kitchen with my little sister.
one of my favorite baking memories was when i had the chance to make cake pops for the first time with my cousins. it didnt turn out as good as yours, but it was tasty. we had a yellow cake and mixed it with a strawberry frosting, it was so good, i wish that we can do it again, but make it as perfect as yours, and even make i cool shape and character. that is one of my favorite baking memory of my life time as of now. my second would be making a strawberry cake with my mom. it was in a heart shaped pan, because it was for valentines day. i think that was my first time baking with her. THANKS
When my daughter was a freshman in high school one Christmas she and I decided to bake a different cookie everyday until Christmas. I have never had so much fun or gotten so much more closer to my not so little girl anymore. We may have not been able to bake a cookie everyday but we have so much fun decorating the cookies and eating them too. Talk about a cookie overload.
My baking memories didn’t really start until I got married and moved here in the States. When I was young, we don’t have any of these baking machines or utensils and so pancake and cassava cake is the only stuff i learned because there is no need of fancy mixers. My husband bought me hand mixer so i can bake muffins and cake and lately he bought me a break maker, I’ve been baking bread that reminds me of home and i bake extra for friends around the States, it makes them very happy and their stories about how their kids love it and how many bread they ate in one sitting makes me really happy and accomplished!
my mom, brother and I grew up not having much to give around christmas time, so what we would do is bake bake bake bake and bake cookies to give away. we have an old family recipe that has been passed down a few generations and these sugar cookies are to die for. I just always love this time of year when we would start baking cookies to give away to friends and family. i wish we still did this but i cant wait to start a family of my own and bake cookies with them
My favorite baking memories were always baking pies with my mom on Thanksgiving. She didn’t bake during the year (it wasn’t her thing) but we would always whip up the usual pumpkin and apple pies for the holiday. It’s part of the reason why I’m now in culinary school for baking & pastry! :)
Baking pies with my mom!
My grandma and I baked MANY cookies together in her tiny warm kitchen. An old recipe from Norway, brought to Iowa with her. Crybaby cookies. I can’t get mine to taste the same as hers. Must be missing the grandma love.
My older brother and I spent one night trying to throw together our perfect biscuit recipe. We made about 4 batches of six at a time, and played with different ratios of shortening, butter, flour, and some secret ingredients! We love cooking together, and this spontaneous night was one of my favorite memories with my brother.
As a single and broke mom, my son and I used to bake hundreds of cookies to give out to family and friends at Christmas time. I was always a marathon and clean up took days, but it was so much fun!
My fond memories come from helping my Mom when she would bake pie’s. We always had extra crust she would let us kids make cinnamon sugar topped pie crust . I wish my sister’s and I could do that again with her.
My grandmother was a wonderful baker. She made lots of Christmas goodies, but my favorite was her peanut butter fudge. No one has equalled the texture and taste of her fudge, and I looked forward to it every year. She passed away just before Christmas last year. I plan on making her fudge this year to remind me of her and all the good things she created for her family.
My favorite baking memory is making sugar and gingerbread Christmas cookies with my mom and my sister every year. We had these old fashioned icing dispensers that were my great-grandmother’s. They looked like giant metal syringes. I loved decorating the cookies with the bright icing and I was always amazed at how good my mom was at decorating them. Now I can’t wait to continue the tradition with my daughter!
my favorite baking memory was watching my older brother bake chocolate chip cookies as a child. i think watching him bake those cookies grew in me a desire and love for baking that has remained with me all these years. every time i bake chocolate chip cookies i think of my brother. :)
I will always remember baking and decorating Christmas sugar cookies every year at grandma’s house! This mixer can help keep the tradition alive… Fingers crossed!
My favorite baking memory is making pies with my grandma. She had a huge kitchen counter that I would get to sit on, and she would give me the dough scraps to play with while she made the pies. Then, we would put my “creations” on a baking sheet, and cinnamon and sugar, and bake them too.
My favorite baking memory is when I was about 15 my mother shared with me the recipe of my grandmother’s sweet potato pie. She taught me the true essence of tasting my food to see if it was flavored right instead of measuring. We measured nothing just threw in the ingredients and went simply by the mere taste of it. All in all the pies came out great and it has lead me on the baking journey of a lifetime!!!
My maternal grandmother lived when I was a child. At Christmas she, my mom and me would make candy. fudge, chocolate-covered cherries and mints, peanut patties, toffee, peanut brittle and divinity. I never made the divinity but was always amazed by the teamwork involved in that process. Mom would beat the egg white candy mixture by hand while grandma would pour the hot, melted sugar mix into the bowl. Crazy, dangerous stuff! But what team work! And done by hand!
great recipe~
My favorite memory is baking an Angel food cake with my mom as a little girl. We didn’t know what it meant to “fold” the wet and dry ingredients so we just used the hand mixer. Our “airy” cake was like eating a slice of rubber!!! It was months before we figured out what we did wrong…after several more attempts – HA!
I started baking about 5 years ago, and I discovered I was good at it. From that moment on I wanted to bake anything the people close to me needed, and so came the time of my niece’s birthday, and my cupcakes were front and center. I couldn’t believe how many people asked where were these cupcakes purchased at, how do they get them, what is the secret, and all sorts of questions. Then I said oh I did those, I found a recipe online and modified it, added special ingredients and that’s the result. Ever since that day I haven’t stopped baking, and for about four years now, we established the tradition, my best friend and I, to plan months ahead for Thanksgiving dinner, and we bake all day long. Then enjoy the greatest meal of all year, filled with well wishes and satisfaction that we made all of it. We never imagined that baking would be a great part of our lives, and that every time we need to make someone feel good or celebrate important things, we come up with a baking solution and it all works just fine. Like magic.
In high school I use to make monster cookies, huge toll hose cookies! Everyone was so jealous when I would eat one at lunch. I would have to take a whole batch to make all my friends happy.
Not really baking so much as memories being in the kitchen with my Abuelita (my dad’s mother who barely spoke English). She would watch us after school and would everyday make us snacks while humming and singing Hispanic songs. It wasn’t until after my dad passes away earlier this year that we came across her recipe and showcase binder of the specialty cakes she used to make when she was a younger woman. She apparently was an amazing baker and cake designer doing orders for big weddings and special parties. I love that binder and my brother and I often thumb through it.
So this is going to sound totally brown-noser, but it REALLY is my favorite baking memory….When I bought the Cakepops book, my oldest daughter, who was 5 at the time, and I decided to try our hand at them. She decided we should make the cupcake cakepops. We made them with pink tops and brown bottoms and used sprinkles and m&m’s to decorate. They were hilariously misshapen, too big and sooooo much fun!!! We learned a lot about the do’s and don’ts of cake pops that day! Even if I don’t win, I still would like to thank you Bakerella, for all the memories we made that were all because of you!! Hugs!!
When I was about fourteen years old (many, MANY years ago), I invited several of my girlfriends over to experience a chocolate masterpiece I was going to create: A dark chocolate souffle. My mother gave me permission to use our kitchen unattended (a major feat!) and I set to work. I had found a photo in one of her giant cookbooks complete with concise, step-by-step directions.
I was nervous at the idea of cooking for a crowd, but didn’t let that stop me in my single-minded determination to wow my friends and tantalize their tastebuds.
The souffle was perfect-the collar around the pan looked exactly like the one in the cookbook. The souffle rose to the exact height as shown in the cookbook. It was the same luscious dark color as shown in the cookbook.
However…the taste of the souffle was NOT shown in the cookbook, but was indeed mirrored on the horrified, disgusted faces of my four friends who got their first-and only-taste of a very salty dessert.
Yup. Yours truly added 1/2 cup salt, and 1 teaspoon sugar, to the recipe.
My mother ate her entire serving, however, showing true motherly love for all my attempts at creativity, no matter how nasty they were. She did,however, impart one important lesson: Never try a new recipe when you’re nervous, and if you do it at all, try it on a willing test subject. Thanks Mom!
every year xmas eve my grandsons and i bake and make all day, we take the goodies to several of our neighbors and keep some for us and family. they love this and they love delivering it!
My mom was always great at cooking and baking, so I have a lot of great memories.
My favorite, though, is from winter 2009. My dad got a job in Honolulu (where I live) and my parents came to live with me in my teeny-tiny apartment while they looked for a house. Usually, for winter holidays, my mom was so swamped with cooking/baking for guests and neighbors that she didn’t really get to enjoy herself. But in 2009, when it was just the three of us all cozy in that apartment with no other family around.. that’s when it really felt like the “holidays” to me. Even now I can just picture the look on my dad’s face as he came home from work to find my mom and I sitting in the hallway between the front door and the kitchen mixing batter and decorating cookies because the kitchen was too cramped to do it in there.
My mom passed away last year, so most of the cooking and baking is up to me now. I hope I do her justice. Just this morning I was thinking of all the upcoming baking I’m going to do this winter and had flashbacks to that little apartment.
Teaching my daughter how to bake is my most memorable experience
My favorite baking memory is learning how to bake using my grandmothers favorite recipe for Sour Cream Coffee Cake. She would make it only once a year and would allow us kids to have one small piece. It’s a favorite of all my family and I hope to pass this down to my nephews one day.
One of the last memories of my great grandmother is of her cooking. She was this amazing woman who cooked her way threw the Depression. One family recipe that is always handed down is our family recipe for egg noodles. Not the kind you make with a machine but the kind that takes an entire kitchen to bake. From the dough to the rolling out, to the cutting of each individual noodle. She had this amazing marble rolling pin that she would use that always made it come out perfect. In fact, just typing this I can smell her noodles cooking! The best spot was always in her kitchen. The things hse could come up with. And today I make these noodles for my children. I hope one day to pass the recipe on to my grandchildren. The way she did me.
Baking with my sons and now grandsons gives us all lasting memories. All their friends remember the Halloween parties with homebaked cookies and punch. Now the grandsons hold the Halloween costume parties and pumpkin carving at their homes.
Learning to bake in elementary school from my mother!
My favorite baking memories are with my younger sister and brother. I was in high school and my sister and brother, 5 and 8 years younger than me, were in elementary school. I took an elective cooking class at school and we would try to make what I learned in class at home after we were all done with our homeworks. They weren’t always successful but it was fun to try, fun to make a mess, and wonderful to spend time together.
My favorite baking moment was when my best friend and I had our first craft camp (an excuse for us to get together and bake or craft) I introduced her to the wonders of bakerella and taught her to make cake pops. We had a blast and created a unique idea cookie jar pops we even made became pop stars. My best friend Mitsy has gon on to create Many more stunning and ingenious pop creations like pan dulce, t bone steak pops and more. Bakerella thank you for sharing your creativity with all of us and being an inspiration to artists and bakers alike. You are truly amazing.
Last semester, in March, was my first time attempting to make a chocoflan cake. It was for my roommate’s birthday, and I was really nervous because I had never made it before and I thought it’d be really difficult because my older sister, who is a better baker, had never made it correctly. Once I got the cake out, the moment of truth (when I had to flip the cake) had arrived. I flipped it quickly and was surprised that the cake had a perfect flan top that hadn’t seeped into the chocolate cake. I actually jumped up and down, and clapped my hands, over how excited I was at having made it correctly. My roommate and everyone else at the surprise birthday party loved the cake!
My favourite baking memories are the ones I am creating with my kids! I love how excited they get and their very special job of licking the bowl of course.
When I was a child, my mom used to bake cakes for my little siblings and me. And I was stunned for the whole process where every step was fascinating to my eyes. She used to bake all the cakes from scratch and mix them by hand in a very big plastic green bowl. It used to be more than a couple of hours just to bake a cake, but it was well worth it. The results always were delicious and mouth watering.
She used to prepare all the ingredients on the table and then she sit on her chair next to it with her big green bowl starting to mix the butter to make it soft. Then my little brothers, sister and myself where the one putting the ingredients inside the bowl meanwhile my mom was mixing everything at low pace. We had so much fun doing it. My siblings and I were always waiting for the exciting moment when my mom would put the batter on the cake pan and we would be able to eat the leftovers from the green bowl walls. After that, the time used to go slower for us because we couldn’t wait until that great instant where my mom would take the cake out from the oven. Oh that delicious smell! It’s still on my mind.
My grandma could bake apple pies in her sleep and would often start before dawn so they would be cooled and ready for consumption later in the day. We have not been able to replicate her results, but we still bake one in her honor every year for the holidays.
When I was growing up, we barely had a proper oven at home, but that didn’t stop us from baking. My favorite treat to make was pound cake, whether for a special event or just for a tasty treat. Today it is still one of my favorite desserts, and now that I have a proper oven, I can make them even more frequently!
I was helping my Girlfriend make a few custom cakes that she had orders for when our mixer broke. Since she was busy doing the technical work, it was up to me to hand mix all of the fondant we needed. I stood there mashing marshmallows and powdered sugar for the better part of an hour, and then spent the rest of my time mashing in different colors.
Just goes to show that even Big ManHands™ can help make a great cake.
Every year growing up, my Mom, sister and myself would do the prep work for the food on Christmas. Each year it is always the same foods: pull-apart rolls with butterscotch glaze and turkey with stuffing. I loved it growing up and hope to pass it on to my own girls.
we would bake sugar cookies every christmas and it was a total family affair, all 8 of us kids. well one year, my mom decided that the oven was a fantastic spot to hold our cookies as the icing dried over night. the next morning, she proceeded to preheat the oven for that day’s baking and forgot to pull out our beloved reindeer and angels. let’s just say they failed to make it to our mouths. poor mom, she’ll never hear the end of that one.
My favorite baking memory would have to be the time i made snowman truffles. It was my first attempt at making something MORE than just cookies or cake and actually required skills which i found I didnt have much of at the time. One of my closest friends helped me and we used fruit role-ups as scarves, pretzels as arms, and chocolate chips as eyes and I didnt have enough almond bark to cover the snowmen so they ended up looking dirtyish. Everyone loved them though and that started my love for baking amazing things.
My favorite memory has to be making gingerbread houses with my grandma. We only did it one year as a teenager it was a wonderful time to be a little bit of a kid and get to hang out with grandma. She was never afraid to take us on adventures with us, some in the car, some in the kitchen.
My favourite cooking/ baking memory was that one evening, my mom had to be away so my dad was to cook us dinner. He decided to teach us how to make and eat spaghetti. At the end of the evening, there was spaghetti noodles on the walls and we were slurping noodles like crazy. I’m not sure what my mom thought when she got home that night, but it was a lot of fun.
When I was growing up, my mother baked and decorated cakes for the public. She did this to earn money so that she could stay at home with me and my three sisters. When my mother would finish with a cake, she would turn the cake pan over and let us use the left-over pastry tubes of icing to decorate the pan! We each learned a useful skill, and we certainly had fun licking off all the icing!
My favorite memory would have to be of my friends and I baking sugar cookies at a Christmas party. While we were waiting for the cookies to bake, we played an impromptu game of twister and totally forgot about the cookies (which had burnt into black cookies) When my friend’s father came home, we told him that we had baked chocolate cookies, and told him to try some. I still remember that expressin when he bit into that cookie! haha!
My favorite memory was when I made our wedding cakes. We had 4 different cakes for 30 guests- the kitchen staff at the restaurant where we had the reception loved us! Anyway, when my mom saw the cakes, she told one of my friends that she ‘was surprised they looked so good.’ Nice. To this day, I’m not sure what she expected since I’d been baking cakes for people for years prior.
I love baking with my daughter. We made a Spiderman Cake for my Grandson’s 5th birthday. It was my daughter’s first decorated cake, and it turned out Fantastic!
My favorite baking memory is when I made chocolate covered cherries because they were my dad’s favorite candy. I spent several hours making them with my mom and my dad came in the kitchen and asked when they would be ready and I told him 2 weeks. He asked why anyone would make something that they had to wait 2 weeks to eat. He ate them that day without waiting for the center turning liquidy. He loved them anyways!
We have a large family and one of the things I love to do with the kids is have “sweet” parties. I get a good 4 or 5 of them together and set up little decorating stations with them. We bake cookies or cupcakes then I give each of them a little pallet with different colored icings, sprinkles and sugars and let them go to town. I think I like it more than they do :)
My husband and I have enjoyed cooking and baking together since we were first dating, but my favorite memory is from this spring. I bought the Momofuku Milk Bar cookbook and we made the Birthday Cake together for a friend’s birthday. It was by far the most complicated cake either of us had made, and the results were wonderful.
My mother loves to bake especially at Christmas time. I remember coming home from school and the house smelling like cookies. She would save the sugar and gingerbread cookies for the weekend so my sisters, brother, and I could decorate them. She would also make our family’s fudge recipe that has been in our family for 3 generations and divinity.
Her love of baking has passed on to me. I love sharing my treats with family, friends, and co-workers especially during the holidays. I am affectionately known as the “confectionery princess” at work.
So one time……
I got a recipe off the Internet for cofettii cupcakes. One of the comments was, it turned out a little doughy. Well when it was all done they were really doughy, but the frosting was amazing. When I woke up the next morning, my dad had taken all the frosting off the cupcakes and eaten the frosting. So all the cupcakes had no frosting.:( we decided to throw them away!!! Haha
My grandmother, my mother and I would always bake italian cookies for the holidays. It was fun to share platefuls of cookies with our family and friends.
I remember on the first day of Christmas break every year in high school my sisters and mom and I would bake all day long, making one recipe after another and then we would make sampler baskets to give away as gifts to our friends. I wish I lived closer to my family so that we could bake together again!
The first time my big sister and I made chocolate chip cookies by ourselves we mis-read the measurement of 1/2 tsp baking powder as 1/2 cup. I don’t know how we had such self-control, but we didn’t taste the dough until after the cookies had been baked. They smelled SO good, better than the average chocolate chip cookie, it seemed. They tasted like salt blocks! At the time it was devastating but we quickly found the humor in it and now it makes a great story.
I grew up in a Greek family where cooking and baking were a daily routine. My grandmother (YaiYai Christine) was a great baker. We made Baklava by the pan full! Rolled out beautiful vanilla knot-like cookies and sprinkled them with sesame seeds.
And beautiful round sweet breads with red eggs for Greek Easter. Although my grandmother passed away in 1989, I still make and treasure those memories and still make those sweets today.
My favorite baking memory was when I made a cake shaped like a cake I stayed up all night to finish it because it was for my mother for mothers day! I loved doing it n making it look all pretty and nice!
My husband and I first started baking before our son was born. We Took cake classes together at a local bakery store.It was funny to see him get more into baking then I did. Then He left to Afghanistan and just had our son and I would bake and send him different things for him and his troops. He’s now back and now baking with our 2 year old son. We would love to win it.!!
My mother baking pies for Xmas especially pecan pies. They were all so tasty!
My favorite baking memories are from my grandmother. She was born and raised in Spain, so naturally she only speaks spanish. I am 25 and I am the youngest of her 8 grandchildren, so I wasn’t forced to learn spanish like the rest of my family, that leaves me at a disadvantage when it comes to communicating with my grandmother. She stays at my parent’s house over the winter, and she bakes up a storm!! Over the years, I learned to bake by watching her and it is the universal language for us. We laugh at spilled ingredients, she teaches me her recipes (that she doesn’t measure), and when we’re baking I feel loved and close to her even if we can’t communicate with each other.
I grew up baking cookies with my mom and sisters (from the time we were little girls) at night after school or during Christmas break. We would do cut outs and add sprinkles, butterfingers (my grandmother’s recipe) and any other new recipe my mom found in her magazines. Now that we are all grown, we get together on a Saturday before Christmas and bake a variety of cookies and then we all get to take a bunch home to our own families.
my mom and i didn’t have a lot of money when i was growing up but she always found a way to make sure i never felt like i missed out… and beyond, so much beyond, doing things like having gingerbread house making parties for me and my friends, making homemade marshmallows in our little retro apartment kitchen, baking and decorating amazing cakes for my birthdays… all those memories are my favorites and i can’t wait for her to do the same with her (future! far in the future!) granddaughter.
Definitely making Christmas cookies with my mother when I was young. She made wonderful German christmas cookies that were all delicious and special and – fun to make!
I don’t like to cook or bake, but on my daughter’s 12th birthday we and her sleepover friend decided to bake a cake. AT MIDNIGHT! We had the most fun and my now 25 yo DD remembers it fondly as well…
My favorite baking memory is making my moms special cereal cookies for the holidays with her. She would make so many batches and these cookies are so hard to stir since they are made with Corn flakes and Wheaties! The end result was delicious. We would package them up and give them out to friends, family, the mailman and the neighbors!
My favorite baking memory is making holiday cookies with my granddaughter. Baking with my girls was great fun but I have so much more patience as a grandma than I ever did as a mom. I can savor and cherish these times rather than rush through them.
My favorite baking time is when I bake with my granddaughters
During the Christmas holidays I bake 8 different cookies and put them in Christmas tins with bows and stickers and deliver them to all the people who do thing for me throughout the year…the mail delivery lady, my doctor, the pet sitter, my beautician, etc. The smiles on their faces make all the work worthwhile.
My grandma taught me how to bake. Her staple was making thi amazing cookies using the yolks of the eggs and using the whites to make meringues. She had this special drawer in her house with all her baking stuff and I loved to open it and just smell vanilla aroma that even after being washed, stayed forever on her baking tools….
I remember one year as a little girl I tried to make treats for my family, they turned out so bad, my dog wouldn’t even eat them!!!
I think I’ll never forget!
The recipe for the pecan pies looks great. i’m going to try it. Hope they turn out well. I’m not a pie maker like my mom was–she made some fantastic pies.
My favorite baking memory is making Christmas cookies with my mom for my grandparents. There were always hundreds of cookies made with at least 8 to 10 kinds. I miss hearing my grandparents call to tell us which ones they loved best that year. But my mom and I have continued baking every year we are together for the holidays.
My favorite baking memory is when I was very young and my dad was returning home from a business trip and I wanted to make something for him. I got a boxed cakemix and had my mom help me, and I made my first cake. That was the first time I ever baked something!
My mom and I used to bake about 12 fruitcakes at Christmas time. They were made with applesauce, crisco, walnuts/pecans, raisins, and candied cherries. Weighed about 5 pounds each. We would send them to other family members and friends.
My favorite baking memory is baking cookies with my mom when I was a kid. I remember one of the most used recipes was double chocolate cookies with raspberry chocolate chips.
I enjoy making Linzer Tarts. Half the fun is using fancy cookie cutters and decorating. I have numerous cookie cutters. However, I have found that if I make the cookies too big although they are beautiful, the calories would mount up and I have to make fewer. So I stick to smaller ones.
I grew up having 4 sisters. I was the one who liked to bake! Mom and I were baking cookies, decorating the finished product…making them beautiful! What I didn’t know was that the lazy sisters were grabbing them one at a time and eating them! By the time Mom and I were done, the cookies were nearly gone. Mom saw my disappointment and put her ‘Mom’ face on. She made my sisters bake a whole batch for ME and they couldn’t have any. It was a great day in childhood!
Favorite baking memory are those I am making with my daughters each week when we make cookies.
As a child I always looked forward to visiting my grandparents at Christmas time when aunts and cousins would drop by with trays of treats brimming with various Italian cookies. It was overwhelming trying to choose one favorite when I had so many various shapes, colors, textures, scents, and flavors to choose from. It seemed a generous act of love for them to pour so much work and effort into the yummy treats and then give them away. Every bite was magical. I was honored when my grandmother showed me how to make Italian Anise Cookies. I took great care to follow her instructions and rolled, twisted, dipped, and sprinkled with love. I now make these cookies for my family, every batch filled with memories and of course that magical ingredient, love.
My favorite baking memory is when I learned to bakemy favorite cake with my mom, the Dr. Pepper cake. She had made it for years for my bday and it was very special to me for her to finally teach me how to do it.
I always loved baking, I remember baking some goodies every Christmas, even little with my mom, then by myself (my mom was never friends with the kitchen – lol), she use to say my cakes taste better then hers, I think that was a trick. ;) Now I have 2 boys and every time I go to the kitchen and bring the pots out they come running with their stepping tool saying: what are we going to bake today? I can help, I can help!! And that fills my heart with joy. Passing on the good memories. :)
My favorite baking memory is of my mom’s delicious butter/sugar cutout cookies that she made for holidays (Valentine’s Day, Easter, Halloween and Christmas). As a child, I would help with the selection of the cookie cutters, the cutting, and the frosting/decorating of these “masterpiece” cookies. Good times.
I never baked with my mom or grandma growing up, but my sisters who were 8 and 10 years older than me did help me with my easy bake oven! I invite my 4 year old son to help me when ever I bake anything, but he’s just not interested.
I think my favorite baking memory is with my mom when I was little and baking all the Christmas goodies in one weekend for teachers to receive on the monday prior to Break! Loved that time!
Wow, it’s hard to pick just one memory… but they all involve baking with my grandma. She would always share with me her favorite family recipes. Every Christmas, we would make dessert trays to take to all of our families and coworkers. We would make chocolate fudge, divinity, chocolate-covered nuts and cashews, peanut butter balls, and her famous sugar cookies and chocolate chip and walnut cookies. I can’t wait for my daughter to grow older so I can share these recipes with her, to keep the tradition going…
I loved baking Christmas cookies with my Aunt Ann each year. We would not see eachother often, but always at Christmas. She died two years ago and now I have the pleasure of carrying on her recipies with my daughters each Christmastime.
My favortie baking memory has to be making brownies with my nephew. I came home one day for him to look at me and say, “I miss you, will you bake some brownies with your favorite boy?” My heart melted like butter and we spent the next hour measuring and mixing our ingredients for his special brownies, he is five and understands the way to reach me. Brownies had never tasted so good.