Baking Day

For many years I considered Saturday to be a baking day.  I could bake any day of the week and I did, but Saturday was a day when I always baked.  I'd make something to have on hand for Sunday dessert, and/or I'd bake something for a snack for the Sunday school class.   When my husband was diagnosed with diabetes, I had to cut back on baking because it wasn't good for him to eat those sweets.  I got out of the habit of baking on Saturdays.

Today I had a reason to bake again. At first I felt the tug of inertia.  I just didn't feel like starting to bake, but I had told myself all week that I was going to bake on Saturday.  So I got out my big bowl with the blue stripes and filled it up with dough for cinnamon rolls.  Once I got started, the enjoyment of baking came back to me. 

One part of the dough I made into a pan of rolls and the other part I shaped into a tea ring.  They came out as close to perfect as I could ask!  And I'm the only one here to enjoy them, --but, tomorrow I'll be having company again.

While the dough was rising the second time, I started making blueberry pies.  I work so slowly, but I eventually got the crust made and the pies ready to go into the oven as the tea ring was done.  I  haven't tasted the pie, so I don't know if they are as good as they look or not.  I think they will be.

It felt good to be baking again.

Posted by: nj on 12/24/2005 2:24:45 PM , 3 comments