Yesterday I got to do something I have been looking forward to for weeks now. I got to get my house all picked up and BAKE! From scratch! It was sooo fun and I am so thankful and thrilled to be getting to do something my heart has desired FOR YEARS but I just simply didn't know how to nor did I have the time. (But if you want it bad enough, you'll make the time for it.)
These are the ingredients for my granola bars. Sooooo yummy. But they fall apart... I don't know how to keep them in bar form...any suggestions?
Then I made HOMEMADE BREAD! It's called Amish White Bread, but I tweaked the recipe here and there with whole wheat flour in one loaf, and brown sugar and raisins in the other. (Those are the granola bars in the back, before I cut them all up)
What's a day in the kitchen without my little helper?
Such a lovely sight and feeling...my breakfast this morning was all natural and homemade bread and local, free range egg from a friend of ours' chickens.
(One of their hen's name is "Jessica Kiehn" per the request of their 5 year old daughter)
The drink is decaf iced coffee. Make a whole pot then stick it in the fridge over night and you have yourself a much cheaper Starbucks at home! I use Half and Half for creamer because it doesn't have anything fake added to it, it's just cream.
Ok, so while I was in the middle of my baking, my Nanny called and asked if she could stop by and see Ruby and me. OF COURSE! So when she came by she had a little bag for me with the best gift I could ever think or imagine..
In it was this apron. My great-grandma Campbell's apron. She wore a dress and an apron every single day of her life. I never saw her without one of these waste aprons on. I loved that about her. She baked a pie every. single. morning.
Yes, that's an old farm town thing. You always have coffee and a fresh baked pie in case anybody dropped by for a visit. There is so many memories and history in this one little apron and I am downright honored and tickled to pieces to get to wear it around my waste, cook in it, and pass it down to my daughter one day.
Next in the bag was this cookbook. THE cookbook that my Nanny and Mom learned to cook from, basically. Nanny loved it so much when she got it years and years ago that she bought many. Looking through it I can see where the two of them got so many of the meals I remember having growing up. Now I get to make them! It's from the 70's...I love that.
Then last but certainly not least...this binder. Stocked FULL of Nanny's personal, classic, family recipes. Full of tips from a woman who has been cooking for way longer than I've been alive.
There is so much work and love put into this, I was speechless. I can't wait to dive in and make some of these goodies!!!
Oh! The organization!