in my kitchen

Maybe I haven’t told you about my kitchen?

You see, I love my kitchen so much. I love to cook, but mostly and truly I love to bake. Now…I wish that meant we were up to our elbows in fresh baked bread every week, but the kind of baking I love to do is the kind that has a stick or two of butter in, needs to be rolled out on a lightly floured surface, and is usually cut or folded into intricate shapes or pockets. In other words…I love to bake the most flaky, complicated recipes I can find. Why is that? ohhhhh. Perhaps it is because it is somewhat like making a craft…all those steps, attention to detail, and beautifully imperfect results. I do love an imperfect pastry…

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kneading

i’m missing this feeling right now…

sneak peaks


learning

trying

cooking, as usual.

we’ve been in the kitchen…


she’s been learning how to chop vegetables with a butter knife. so far, she is master of the onions, cauliflower, and bell peppers. though…she does love to taste everything a little much for my liking, she is a good little helper.


we’ve also been in this kitchen. lots of pretend picnics…waiting for the sunshine to draw us out into open fields for the real thing…