Category: “First’s” – stories

Category: “First’s” – stories My First Pie

My first pie was probably the best pie I’ve ever made — though my mama tells me that a fresh blackberry pie I made something like eight years after that first pie was the best pie I ever made.  I don’t know if either one was really the best — but in my fond memories, or the events that have made the greatest impression on me are those events that were ‘first’s’  — those attempts at achieving perfection with no experience — it was the best pie. Perfection doesn’t necessarily come from doing something hundreds of times — but is something done well hundreds of times — that’s what makes for “perfection.”  I’m finally beginning to see that the adage “practice makes perfect” isn’t necessarily correct.  For something done wrong — especially done wrong hundreds of times — is still wrong.  But something done right over and over and over becomes something done perfectly well. I’m learning is that nothing is ever perfect.  But you know what else?  Close is really good enough.  In cooking, that is. My first pie… Just south of where we were married in San Francisco, my husband and I rented our first home — a continue reading

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Category: “First’s” – stories My First Cake…

I’ve been thinking back on my first cake — well, I think it was my first — could’ve been my second.  I was making a cake for my mother’s birthday — so, June.  I made my first cake in June.  I cannot recall the year — probably I was nine years old.  I made a cake from a boxed mix and I added blue food colouring along with the eggs and water.  Maybe some oil.  It would have been Wesson Oil, I think.  I baked the cake in an angel food cake pan and set the timer so I’d be sure to not fail by over or under baking the cake. I didn’t over-bake it.  I didn’t under-bake it. I didn’t have any breezes in the kitchen — nor did I slam any doors or make any sudden moves that would cause the cake to fall.  True to form, in that I cannot do things I’ve not seen done before, I removed the cake from the oven and immediately inverted it on a bottle – on the counter away from any drafts.  I had seen my mother do this with her beautiful angel food cakes. The baked contents of the continue reading

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