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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Cooking or Baking (01/04/07)

TITLE: BAkING IS LAUGHTER AND LOVE
By Fay Davidson
01/10/07


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Baking

Baking is love, family, laughter, friendship. As stranger as it might seem, these are the thoughts and emotions that the word baking conjure up in my mind.

Growing up, mother was the centre of our home and she loved to bake. That doesn’t mean my father was not there. It is just that he went out to work during the days and came home tired in the evening. But mother stayed at home. She cooked all the time too, but baking was different from cooking. Cooking you had to do whether you felt like it or not. The family had to be fed and you had to eat whether you liked it or not.

But baking was something different. It was what you did when dinner was over, when the work was finished. It was something you did because you chose to; because you wanted to do something nice for your family. Something you knew your family loved.

So we girls would gather in the kitchen and help with the stirring, or the grating of the coconut, or help to flour the counter so the dough wouldn’t stick. And the boys would look on for the most part. We tasted long before it went in the oven and the pots and the spoons were easily cleaned.

Then the whiff ! The aroma that filled the air, with the kitchen all cleaned up and pans tucked neatly in the oven, was heavenly! There is nothing that could add more joy to the heart than that titillating scent of which we took deep breaths – except the sound of my mother’s voice and the tinkle of the piano keys as she gently played the tunes that all spelt LOVE. HOME, MOTHER!


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Rhonda Clark 01/11/07
I like how you differentiated between cooking and baking. That was a difference I hadn't thought about before.

The article seemed rushed. Slow down and take your time telling the story. I would be great if you described more of the family baking part.

I enjoyed your family memory.
Donna Emery01/11/07
A lovely memory. I agree that I would have liked to hear more. You have a way of words and I would enjoy reading more of them!
Phyllis Inniss 01/12/07
I felt the excitement you experienced when your mother was baking, as distinct from cooking, and the preparations made. One felt the love in the home even though the entry was a short one.