Yes, yes I have. I know I have mentioned many times that I learned my baking and cooking from my family (and a healthy sprinkling of the Food Network) but my Dad's comment got me thinking about why I was really baking.
Anyway, I pondered it and got back to the baking and ending up with this great pie.
|How yummy does that look?|
But it wasn't until I read this post and saw this picture* of Julia Child that I truly understood what I was doing. I realized today that I was honoring those who taught me everything I know culinary wise.
I smile each and every time I pick up the rolling pin with the burnt handle and know that for generations, women in my family have been rolling out pie dough for their loved ones. (My mother borrowed the rolling pin ages ago from her great grandmother and never gave it back. To quote her, "I wasn't done borrowing it, yet")
I remember sitting on my Great Grandmother's counter and pinching the dough to seal the crust. I remember cutting and slicing apples. I remember coming home from school in the fall to the smell of cooked apple, cinnamon and love. Memories really withstand the test of time through food, don't they?
When I started on this pie journey a few weeks ago, it was just to satisfy an urge for a cherry pie and prove that I could do it. I can't tell you the last time I had made one even with my mom's help, and yet I remember all of the things they taught me. How to cut the shortening into the dough, how to roll out the dough, how to pinch, how to make sure you add butter and leave slits in the top for air. It all came rushing back like they were standing over me when I was small.
I cannot tell you how much I want to show my future children and grandchildren and friend's children because these lessons are a gift from one generation to the next. I am so happy to have had that in my life.
* For those of you not following the links. The picture was of Julia demonstrating a frosting technique to a young Merida.