My newish neighbor is apparently someone who bakes for every occasion as well as no occasion at all. I have yet to encounter her and not her about what is is baking, planning to bake of has just finished baking. Baking is this woman’s life journey, at least during this stage of it.
She is a lovely soul and frequent tell brings over her deligtful bakes as well her companionship. It’s truly delightful and I must admit to being in awe and amazement at the delights she shares. Especially as so many of them ar items I have never encountered before. Some are ethnic delights and other are the most exquisite experiments.
Today Beloved opened the door to be greeted by our neighbor holding out a tray of tempting tasty items. And purple smears on her face and forearms. Naturally he invited her in and took the tray from her while I got the coffee marker sorted out. As they made their way to the kitchen, where espressos were espressoing and milk was frothing, I heard her tell him that everything was made from a creative place today. That is her way of saying she was experimenting and so there is no exact recipe to share.
When everything was reading, we took it all,out to the garden and let the four-footed one join us. She loves to visit, but surprisingly she isn’t interested in the food. Probably because there are tasty ants to lick up. I commented on my neighbor’s new dye job and she explained that is was from the mix of berries she was using. The blueberries, black raspberries and such all stained her skin. She had tried to scrub the juice off once she got her baking in the heated oven, but it had already stained her skin.
She said that it never fails, when she’s busy working with items that will stain your clothes and skin, she brushes a dirty hand across her face or such, and no amount of hand washing she does while baking removes the stain. She calls it a badge of baking, a sign of her dye-ing to bake!