Whenever my mum and I get together for a little mother-daughter baking sesh’, we can’t help but reminisce on all of our past baking expeditions. It’s so much fun for us to remember all of the Lazy Saturdays, Sunday afternoons, Christmas mornings, and after-school evenings we spent cramped together in our tiny –albeit very dysfunctional – kitchen, baking up a storm and laughing the time away.
We shared so many special moments in that kitchen, so nowadays whenever we get to spend precious time together in her kitchen, it’s hard for all of them to not come rushing back to us. Like the time our broken oven door collapsed on my moms arm just as she was pulling a bubbling homemade blueberry pie out of the oven, which subsequently let her to drop the pie flat on the floor? (okay – so this is funny to think about now, but at the time it was just plain devastating) Or how about the time we tried to make a model of Neptune for my science project out of homemade blue Rice Krispie squares and ended up absolutely covering the kitchen. (and ourselves) in blue, sticky, marshmallowy mess? By the end of this Neptune, Rice Krispie debacle we were laughing so hard at ourselves we could barely stand.
As our time together in her kitchen grows less and less frequent due to our diverging schedules, we always make sure to basque in the memories whenever we do get the chance to bake together these days. However, I think these next few months are going to be particularly full of baking nostalgia because my parents recently sold my childhood home, and come January 2016, they will be officially moved out and we will no longer be baking in her old little kitchen. I know it seems silly to have such an emotional attachment to something like a dysfunctional kitchen, but that cramped little kitchen is home to some of the memories that I cherish the most about my childhood. I would be totally lying if I said I wasn’t completely heartbroken that we will now have to say goodbye to our little kitchen – it’s not going to be an easy goodbye for my mum and I.
So I have gotten a little bit obsessed with creating baked goodies that include yeast lately… I don’t really know why. There is just something about mixing up a dough, and after letting it rise coming back to find a puffed up ball of dough that is twice the size of what you started with that just gets me downright giddy. Do you get this? That feeling of pure joy over a ball of yeast dough…?? I’m sure I can’t be the only one who leaps for joy over rising dough… okay may I am- moving on.
Basically I have been going through the yeast in my pantry like it’s going out of style and I have had to make numerous trips to the grocery store to re-stock. So anticipate some more bread and yeast dough themed recipes to be coming soon to a theater near you – because once again, I have a new baking obsession. I know – what else is new right?
My obsession with yeast began a few weeks ago, when I made a batch of Peach Cinnamon Buns for the Haney Farmers Market society to taste test as a possible new addition to our Farmers Market line up. The ladies informed me that they loved them, so I was free to sell whatever cinnamon buns of my choosing at any upcoming markets. So sell them I did…
Because its summer time and I have just been completely overwhelmed by all of the gorgeous local berries that are lurking behind every corner, I have been going a little overboard with the fruit pie making situation. Can you blame me? I mean come on, is making a lot of fruit pies realllly a bad thing? Personally I think there are much worse problems that a person could have besides having an overabundance of fresh fruit pies in the house… Am I right?
I whole heatedly agree with the above statement, and I think that Cole does too; however I am a girl who likes to change things up when it comes to creating in the kitchen. So this week when I couldn’t help but buy a very large case of blueberries from the farmers market – because really…. who can resist a case of fresh local blueberries – I vowed that instead of making a pie I would do something completely different with these blueberries.
This will probably come as no surprise to you, but I am a fool for summer berries – almost to a fault. My summer trips to the farmers market can be seriously classified as dangerous because when I see a pint of fresh, local berries – doesn’t matter what kind, be it strawberries, blueberries, raspberries or blackberries – there is no stopping me. I must buy up as much of that berry goodness as my little wallet will allow. (Which is usually a lotttt more than just one little pint.)
If you were to see the loot I come home with after the average Saturday trip to the farmers market, you might think that I have gone a little mad. It’s okay – I understand the judgement because at first glance, it really looks like I buy way too many berries for a household that consists of two people to ever consume before they go bad. But let me assure you, there is no wasting of fresh berries in my house and I say when it comes to berries, the more the berry’er… get it…. the more the berry’er? Hehe, clearly my devilish wit knows no bounds (not!) ;p
Since I have never met a farmers market berry that I didn’t like, whenever I am stocking up at the market, I make sure that I buy at lease 2 pints worth of each given berry at a time. Why do I do this? Well, because one pint will be used for a baking adventure of some sort, (what else?) While the other remaining pint will be used as a snack to feast on during the process of said baking adventure. Yes – I can consume an entire pint of berries to myself in one sitting…. what of it?
Guess what? It’s Thursday and that can only mean one thing…. it means that tomorrow is Friday and I think that deserves a hell yeah! Can I get a woop woop?!
Clearly I am a little (a lot) excited for the weekend, which isn’t exactly a new experience – I am always excited for the weekend. But this weekend I am extra excited – mostly because this Saturday we are headed out to Delta to check out the the Deja Vu Vintage Market, which in other words is basically my heaven. I love vintage markets and will definitely be looking to Cole for restraint so as to not let me purchase literally everything I come across that is vintage & kitchen related.
Not to mention after the vintage market we will be heading for Vancouver to have a little browse around the West Elm stores & Pottery Barn… So basically we are just doing a shopping day for ALL THE THINGS that are house & home furniture related. My favourite kind of Saturday 😀 What kind of fun things are you getting up to this weekend?
I have a very serious question for you – Is there anything more perfect in this world than a classic golden crust fruit pie? …
Is the answer to this question as obvious to you as it is to me? I mean honestly I don’t think I can think of anything that is more scrumptious than a ooey, gooey, sweet & tart pie filling that has been baked to absolute perfection encased by a thick, flaky, buttery, golden brown crust – seriously… I got nothing. Especially when you eat your slice of pie with a hearty scoop of vanilla ice cream…. I mean you just can’t get any more perfect than that…. you just can’t.
For heavens sake, even before I put this pie in the oven, it was a thing of beauty and before it was baked to ooey gooey fruity, flaky, buttery perfection, I just had to snap a shot. Once I had assembled the lattice top, I was about ready to just dive in and eat the raw pie dough and fruit filling right then and there – no baking required. I don’t know about you, but I am not at all opposed to eating raw pie dough – is that gross of me? Maybe, but I don’t care. Raw pie dough is delicious and if you don’t believe me, I insist you give it a try – I won’t judge you. Remember, there will never been any food related judgement on this site 😀
Okay, so who else thinks that this summer is just flying by!? I can’t believe it is already the middle of July! Gah – I don’t want it to end. Do you have any exciting holidays or perhaps a few extra longgg weekend getaways planned? Cole and I are all about the extra long weekend getaways in the summer time. It’s amazing how an extra Friday or Monday being added to your usual weekend can just make you feel like you really had a vacation. All in favour of the three-day weekend say I!
So a couple weeks back Cole and I had such an amazing little mini trip up to Kelowna for an extra longgg weekend getaway. It was amazing – we just love to visit the Okanagan, and Kelowna in particular. I managed to get a couple decent shots of the gorgeous scenery up there which I have shared here. But let’s face it I am no photographer so if you have never been, I really recommend you put Kelowna on your list of places to visit, because it is just so stunning.
I don’t know how it happened, but somehow we have already come to the end of strawberry season (insert distressed emoji here.)
Seriously how can this be!? It seems like it was just yesterday that fresh, local strawberries were showing up to the Farmers Market in glorious abundance and just a few weeks later our local strawberries are increasingly hard to find. My heart breaks…
Last week, I received a special request from the lovely Jamie asking me to bake her mom a strawberry cake for her birthday on July 2. Of course I was delighted to oblige, but because I am something of a procrastinator, it seems that I waited much too long to buy fresh strawberries to make this cake. So the night before her birthday I found myself running around town like a little tornado, seriously struggling to find a local source that wasn’t completely sold out of their stock these delicious little berries.