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I love to bake. I believe that love came from growing up with a grandmother who poured extra helpings of love and kindness into every pie, every cake and every loaf of bread she made. I have vivid memories of going to visit grandma and grandpa (a 4-hour drive each way) and walking into their home and smelling her labors of love as I walked in the front door. The first stop was never the bathroom, but the kitchen.
Just this week, the need to bake - to create with my hands and my heart - smacked me up along side the head. I decided to dole out a bit of baking kindness to my co-workers and put together four loaves of "quick" bread - pumpkin, banana, cranberry and cinnamon streusel (from the top, clockwise).
Just this week, the need to bake - to create with my hands and my heart - smacked me up along side the head. I decided to dole out a bit of baking kindness to my co-workers and put together four loaves of "quick" bread - pumpkin, banana, cranberry and cinnamon streusel (from the top, clockwise).
I should probably invest in an apron though *CLICK**EDIT* No body parts were harmed in the shooting of this HNT
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