Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Learning to Bake

The kitchen is one of our favorite places in our house. I enjoy playing with food and trying out new recipes. Rosebud is getting to be very efficient at making the more simple things and delights in finding a recipe that she can handle on her own. Sunbeam likes being involved too, mostly by holding measuring cups and licking the cooking spoons.

Recently I was reading some letters that I received from my Mom several years ago and found a poem that she wrote about me.

Learning To Bake

The day for bread making is here
And baby sits next to the bowl
I will gather her smiles of cheer
As I stir and punch the dough.

Time now for baking a cake
The toddler, she climbs on a chair
And laughs with glee at the slithering egg
I released from its shell with care.

Next comes the spoon licking age
She holds the cup while I pour
The walls tell tales of shortening and sage
As well as the cupboards and floor.

Alas when she has learned to read
It's cookbooks that hold the charm
Find one in her bedroom and one indeed
Stuffed down by the sofa's arm.

"May I try this recipe? Please Mom, yes!
The dough is all tied in a bow."
"I will be gone but you can I guess
But remember you'll be on your own."

Beholding the kitchen upon my return
It took me some time for to see
Amid the clutter, a flour smudged girl
And six pastry bows as neat as can be.

The years have flown and she now resides
With her husband and munchkins three
They eat her inventions and then besides
She has eighty one cookbooks to see!

20 comments:

  1. Oh my goodness, she's a writer too!! That should hang in EVERY mother's kitchen. You really should frame that and if it's in your mom's handwriting, then all the better. Somehow I bet you have more than 81 cookbooks now? I'm making Monica's whoopie pies right this minute. I sat down to answer the phone and whoops, the computer was right here so I of course had to go online. OK, back to baking... LOVE the poem ~ ♥

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  2. How absolutly wonderful! You should frame it! A treasure to cherish!

    Wow 81 cookbooks! That is an amazing collection!

    Thanks you for sharing you mother's poem.

    Cheers!
    Tina

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  3. This is a precious poem! You must be delighted every time you read it.
    I could just see the little flour covered girl and the ingredient strewn kitchen. I love it!
    Thank you so much for taking the time to share such sweet stories with us.
    You are a treasure!

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  4. Very sweet poem

    Love to you
    Kelly

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  5. Special treasure to hang on to for many years!!!

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  6. What a wonderful gift your mother gave you!

    I had to drop in to thank you for visiting my blog. Please come again soon. Yours is wonderful and I've become a follower.

    Have a blessed day!

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  7. What a wonderful gift your mother gave you!

    I had to drop in to thank you for visiting my blog. Please come again soon. Yours is wonderful and I've become a follower.

    Have a blessed day!

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  8. Howdy! I just wanted to pop over and thank ya'll for hoppin' on my blog. I sure hope ya'll enjoy the ride!

    What a blessing your mother gave to you in this poem, your little flower smudged girl. I was always right there when anyone was cookin'.

    As we say down here in the hills and hollers of the Missouri Ponderosa, "ya'll have a wonderfully blessed day!!!

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  9. What a lovely poem from your mom, such a special gift. :)

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  10. What a lovely meaningful poem.

    Thank you for stopping by my blog. I'd love to see you again as I know I will stop by yours again
    Yvette.

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  11. Omigosh, I love that poem. I would love to send it to my daughter. She is teaching her munchkins to bake now too, and they love it.

    The poem took me back to when I used to bake with my mother. Oh, goodness... :-)

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  12. I want to thank you for your visit and leavin' a sweet comment. I want to invite you to pop back to the last post..."Busted" part 2 of the gourd story, it tells the rest of the story!

    You enjoy your day and may it be blessed!

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  13. What a sweet poem, holding many memories of a little girl growing up. Your mom knew you well!

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  14. That is such a touching poem.
    Thanks for sharing it.
    ~Janet

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  15. What a sweet poem!!!! I'm sure you'll treasure it forever.

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  16. What a sweet poem! Your mother is a loving and gracious lady. What a joy it must've been to be raised by her.

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