Wednesday, November 15, 2006

The kitchen is open

I started to enjoy baking when I was a teenager. My Grandmother Pitchforth loved to bake. Maybe it's genetic. Sometimes I'd want to start baking late at night and my dad would say "Sorry, the kitchen's closed".

Now that I'm on my own the kitchen is always open! Last week I bought 50 pounds of flour and 50 pounds of sugar...I wonder how long it will take me to empty these bags???

3 comments:

smart mama said...

if you're like me a few weeks- Love the KA flour! I was sorely mocked by the shop and shopp checker when i bought 17 bags the other day- i didn't even try to explain food storage- just left it at "I bake alot" My neighbors son asked- "do you make cookies everyday?" answer... umm almost-
I come by it genetically too- I was known in high school for carrying a white tupperware box aroudn wtih me and dispensing sugar cookies and cupcakes to all my friends-

Anonymous said...

Our Grandma did love to bake! Wouldn't it be great to sit in her kitchen again (at the green table) and clean raisens for cookies, or help her place the ONE chocolate chip in the center of each cookie. She was a grand lady.
Cousin A

Sweeney Household said...

I'm catching up on your blogs for the month (and enjoying it)! I did some mylar bagging of sugar about a year ago and I just finished up the last one --- which meant that I used very little sugar.... (well, compared to you!)