The Washington Post’s food blog “A Mighty Appetite” has a bunch of lovely food stories about moms and their kids in the kitchen. Definitely worth checking out.
I spent this morning with my mom baking bread. We are both avid bread makers (she more so; she’s taken several baking classes at our local culinary arts program) and so we fervently measured and spooned flour, water, starter and spices into our bowls this morning. We’re making a Greek Celebration Bread — a honey and spice bread made with a sourdough starter — and a Swedish Rye bread made with molasses, anise, fennel and cardamom.
But although our breads usually turn out to be delicious, my favorite part of the process is baking with my mom. She’s a wealth of knowledge on breads and I turn to her with questions, finished doughs, and spoons to lick for taste approval. Making something as tactile and fragrant as fresh-baked bread with my mom is a real treat. And as we wait for the dough to rise and bake, we take walks and gab about everything under the sun, from relationships to science to more bread-making, of course. My father will joke that we bake bread like there’s no tomorrow, but we brush his jokes aside and keep on baking. During the good times and the not-so-good times, it’s what keeps us going.