I have used baking as a form of therapy since I could hold a spoon and stir. There is something so soothing and calming about it for me. It probably all started when I would sit on the counter and “help” my mother bake banana bread. My special job was mashing the bananas, which I was quite good at.
Then when the banana bread was baking, the fragrance would infuse the house with that luscious scent of love. I would be so excited to get the banana bread out of the over and spread butter on warm slices. It seemed like it took forever! But it was well worth the wait.
Since our house has turned into the Cavewoman Café the aromatic scents wafting from the oven are mostly roast beef and sweet potato fries. Every once in a while, when the woes of the world become too great, I…
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