Happiness Is Diary

Apron: Heavenly Hostess (Bridal shower gift from my Sister, thanks Kari!); Shirt: JCrew; Necklace: Francesca's Collections

Growing up, I always used to bake.  It is something I remember doing with my Mom.  As a little girl, I would sit barefoot on the cold counter top and study her every move as she heaped, dashed, mixed, and danced her way around the kitchen.  I got to help too.  "Gently," she said, as my small hands learned to crack an egg. 

Nostalgia aside, baking will always be happiness to me, for many reasons.  I love being able to create a delicious something from scratch.  I love trying new recipes, and dabbling in old ones that have been passed on from my Grandmother, and perfected by Mother.  I love licking the dough off the spoon after all the ingredients have been combined,  and the sweet smells that permeate through rooms as my creation is baking.  I love biting into a warm, gooey dessert, and enjoying it with a tall glass of milk.  
But, I don't bake for just myself.   I bake to share with others.  To me, baking is love, love is happiness, and happiness is just a couple spoonfuls of sugar away!

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P.S. I found this recipe in my recipe box.  I wrote it when I was a little.  My Mom saved it after all these years.  Gosh, it sounds like a really amazing cookie.  After reading it too, I now understand why I never was a spelling bee queen.  Lost to the word mildew.  "M-I-L-D-......O?"  Fail.