Admittedly, I am not a baker. Baking takes a certain precision more akin to science and is less forgiving of my ‘measure by hand’ style of kitchen shenanigans.
In the summer of 2011, I made a choice that would affect me far more deeply than I had considered; I planted my first edible garden. At the time, I didn’t have a clue even if I had a green thumb.
If you were to ask anyone about their childhood, a lot of folks would be able to tell of a wayward memory of a particular food. Just the smell, or the sight of it will take them back to an innocent age long ago.