I’ve written before about baking love into what you make. When you are baking for a friend, your family, or even for yourself, you are putting your love via your time and effort into what you’re making. It doesn’t have to be fancy, perfect, or even on a fancy plate, though those things are sometimes nice. It just comes from the heart.
When I was a new mom, I found myself being a “new lots of things.” I had been married for a few years, had a few little children (3 and 1) and was new to the homemaking gig. I wanted to cook for my family but didn’t even know how to cut up a chicken. I remember having a book propped up against the wall on my kitchen counter, a raw chicken on my cutting board, a pair of kitchen scissors in my hand, and – I’m certain – a very perplexed look on my face. I’m sure that first cut-up chicken was far from pretty, but it felt like a really big step in the direction of cooking for my family.
I hadn’t gotten much farther in my journey from that first chicken when I discovered that my littlest one had celiac and needed to be completely off gluten. I didn’t even know what gluten was used in other than bread (hint everything!) and I felt like what little knowledge I had gained in the last few years wasn’t going to serve me anymore, and I had to start all over.
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