Baking.

I love baking. The smell of cake reminds me of family, weekend, time and eating together. Baking for me is connected with balance and peace of mind, but also with self-discipline and the coordination of sequences – and I think these are really desireable characters. Because my mother doesn’t bake and because my grandmother never showed me her tricks, I couldn’t even prepare a ready-mix when I was a student. My baking-start was stressful for me as well as for all those who got involved. Nothing worked and nothing tasted. To do the shopping made me almost insane already. The search for tonka beans and similar things that I’d never heard of before seemed to be absurd. Usually I came home to find out that I bought tonka beans, but forgot the eggs. Then I sat in my kitchen and almost started to cry.

But I didn’t quit. I’m still here, baking. It doesn’t always lead to more balance or personal-fulfillment. And my ability for coordination improved hardly. But the moment, when I get the cake or the bread out of the oven to taste the first little piece is just priceless. And I would do it again. And again.

You can find the recipe for the dough of these delicious, swedish kanelbullar on Krautkopf’s blog http://kraut-kopf.de/recipe/rhabarber-schnecken/

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