It’s funny, the way insecurity can sneak even into the kitchen. I’ve long subscribed to the notion that—like the jets and the sharks, Batman and the Joker, liberals and conservatives—some people are bakers and others, cooks. The bakers, I told myself reassuringly, were the same type who love graph paper and science, engineering and math, measuring carefully and (if I’m brutally honest with myself, here) maybe not knowing how to have a good time.
Baking season is here, and it just-so-happens to be my favorite time of the whole year. Coincidence? No, absolutely not. You see, my mother is a fantastic baker and also fantastically generous, and the holiday season is her time to seriously shine. During the weeks leading up to Christmas, my mom spends the vast majority of her free time in the kitchen whipping up incredible baked goods to gift to family, friends, neighbors, and nearly anyone else who might cross her path.