A couple of weeks ago I was at my banks drive up ATM machine to get cash. While waiting for my transaction, I noticed that the machine had braille lettering. Does anyone else think this is STRANGE?
Growing up in a kitchen the way I did, makes for one hell of a baker. There is a simple joy that come from mixing flour, eggs, butter and sugar and making something delicious to share with others. I'm now known as a good baker, and I take pride in that title. My Grandmother and Mother were both great bakers, and I guess I got some of those genes!
I love collecting old bake ware, picking it up at tag sales, junk stores, and flee markets. I have a few square pans that have cut marks, with what I imagine, have long histories of brownies and cake cut in them. Every time I see them, I think of their history and all the things that were made in them.
I also love...and collect, tart shell, cookie cutters, and even Jello molds!
They just make me happy for some reason. And although there are too many pans to show you, each one is used, abused and appreciated.
Onward & Upward.