Childrens Stories, Critters, dolls, life stories, Show and Tell

Once upon a time


Under the Apple Tree: remembering stories of a little girl and her adventures

There once was a little girl who lived in a far country. She loved to play pretend. She was the only little girl in her family. She had no brothers nor sisters. She had lots of cousins, but they were boys. And the boy cousins were much older than she; too old to play dolls under the dining room table when all the adults were talking about important stuff. So the little girl was content with her dolls and animals and the little sandwich she snatched off the table.

“Ok, Dollie, you stay here and keep guard and I’ll be right back” the little girl put her sandwich on Dollie’s lap and peeked out from under the table..all clear.. She thought she heard Grandfather go out the kitchen door and that meant only one thing .. the workshop!

She quickly slipped out of the house to follow Grandfather. “Wait for me,” she called “what are you doing?”

Grandfather slowed his walking and held the door open for his favorite granddaughter. “I’m just putting away some of these empty bottles. We might be able to use them later.” But the little girl wasn’t really listening…she had already begun asking more questions about all those tiny drawers. She skipped over to the dresser and opened the first drawer she could reach. ever so carefully, she slid it open just enough to look inside.

“Nails, hmm..long ones, short ones, teeny tiny ones,” she announced as she picked them up one by one.

“But Grandfather, why do you have so many?” It seemed curious to the little girl that Grandfather would have such a workshop because he was a baker.

The next drawer had little strips of papers. Some of the papers had numbers in rows, some had tiny flowers painted on them, some had numbers and names.

“why do you have all these little papers, Grandfather?

“What is this envelope?

“Can I have one to give to Dollie?”

Grandfather smiled and took the little envelope to have a better look, “these are flower seeds for the garden. You can have this one.” he said handing it back to the little girl.

“What kind of flowers?” She asked.


Triumphant of found treasure, the little girl put the envelope in her pocket to show Dollie and taking Grandfather’s hand they walked back to the house.

Quickly she scurried back under the table and was about to tell Dollie about her treasure, when…

“Nora, where are you now? Are you getting your dress dirty? Nora?” uh oh…Mommy was calling .. “time to go. Come out from under the table.”

And out she came, for Nora was a good little girl and always tried to obey her Mommy and Papi. With Dollie, her flower envelope, and the last bite of her sandwich, Nora waved goodbye to her aunts and uncles.

“I know, Dollie, we’ll start planning what to do with the pretty envelope that Grandfather gave us when we get home.”

— to be continued

So there it is. The beginning of many stories. What did you think? I would love your feedback.  I need a title for this story.  The name of collection is Under the Apple Tree.

I leave you with this:

Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven.  And whoso shall receive one such little child in my name receiveth me.    –Matthew 18:4-5

May the LORD bless you and keep you in his lovingkindness,

Until next time,

Cristina aka Granny

life stories, Word of God

time to see


Sometimes it is just time.  Things begin to take shape and you hadn’t even noticed that it was out of focus until you realize that now you can see better.  I remember the day I got my first pair of glasses.  I was thirteen.  My parents decided it was time to take me to the eye doctor.  I had been getting closer and closer to the TV to watch our shows.  I couldn’t really read the chalkboard at school.  I hadn’t been concerned, that is just how I saw; but my wise parents knew it was time.

Off to the eye doctor, my mom and I went and sat in the waiting room until a gentle older man came out to greet us.  I sat in the chair and the doctor swung machine things in front of my face for me to look through.  “Read the smallest line of letters on the wall”, he said.  Click, click, clickity- click, he turned the dials on the machine, “can you see them better or worse?” he asked me.  He shined a bright light into my eyes and said be still not to blick. Are you serious? I thought.  A person’s first reaction to a bright shining light in you eye is to BLINK! and move away.  I was a good little girl and did as I was told.

He and my mother talked, filled out papers, and the lady at the counter told us to come back next week.

Next week came and we were sitting again in the waiting room of the eye doctor. When it was our turn, we went back to the examination room and the doctor came bearing a gift.  My first pair of glasses.  He put them on me and stepped back…. I don’t know that words can really describe what I felt at that moment.  To say that I could see doesn’t seem adequate.  Nonetheless, I could SEE!!!! See clearly that is, I wasn’t blind, I was used to everything being fuzzy all the time.  I didn’t think about it, that is how I saw things.  So now! WOW! I could see!

We got in the car and as mom drove us home, I was looking at everything as if I had never seen it before.  Did you know you could see the individual leaves on the trees?  Before it was a green mass of color…like a kindergardner’s rendition of an apple tree.

I kept taking my glasses off to look and then putting them back on to SEE!  I’ll never forget that day.  My mom didn’t say much, she just smiled, glad that she was able to help me in this. She said things like “of course” and “yes, I know” .. she didn’t really understand the life change that had been given to me.  My mom always had good eyes.  In her later years she began using reading glasses, but for distance .. she always saw clearly.  If you wear glasses or contacts, you know.  One moment you see fuzzy the next everything comes into focus.  That day, 36 years ago, is etched in my memory.


This is a wonderful story of how our lives are with the LORD — or should be — when we surrender and trust the LORD in every detail of our life.  We will see more clearly, it may be bit by bit but we will. I think we’ll be going around heaven looking at things as if we never had proper eyesight, ever.  What a day that will be!!

For now, today, we trust the LORD to lead and guide us into all truth.  (John 16:13)

This wasn’t what I had planned to write today, but maybe it is a blessing for you.  Maybe you can relate and the LORD is reminding you that He’s got you.  He knows what you have need of before you ask him.  As adults, we seem to lose our focus much more quickly.  The cares of the world entangle us and blur our sight.  We are going through our days coloring in a big blob and hoping to get the details right.  It’s time to see and we can only do that with the help of God’s Holy Spirit.  Now don’t get weird here…it’s not about hearing voices in your head, it’s about running to the ONLY source of truth to find the answer to every thing.  What is that source?  It is the written Word of God, ie the Bible.  John 17:17  (We, at this Granny’s House, use the KJV.  You should, too.  Look it up )

So there it is.  Time to see.  And I thought I would be telling the story of Scruffy the mouse.  He’s a patient mouse .. mostly.

What I will tell you is that I’m learning every day about the importance of running to the LORD for everything.  Like Paul, I would say,

Not as though I had already attained, either were already perfect: but I follow after, if that I may apprehend that for which also I am apprehended of Christ Jesus.   Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. “  -Philippians 3:12-14

My journey and the lessons I am learning may encourage you in your journey.  My hope is that these little posts will nudge you toward your only hope:  the LORD Jesus Christ: the Righteous, Redeemer, Merciful, Faithful, Master, closer than a brother, Friend, and the King of Kings!!




Childrens Stories, Critters, Sewing, Show and Tell, Word of God


Scruffy: untidy, shabby


We all have those days.  Whether it is the mess of  dishes, chores,  work, or everything all at the same time.  Scruffy is not limited to our daily activities but also includes our emotions.  We can feel untidy, which is different from dirty.  Untidy says unorganized, not enough time or strength to take care of the details, and maybe some apathy that has crept in as we attempt to juggle the cares of the day and the people in our lives.

When my mom died, things went wonky in my thoughts and emotions.  As Christians, we have a hope when our loved ones pass on ahead of us.  (Our hope is in Jesus Christ and his redemption on the cross, his rising on the third day, and him being seated at the right hand of the Father in heaven)  The wonky came not with death but dealing with the life we live now until we do meet again.

We all have to keep living, doing, talking, and being a blessing to those around us even as things around us go wonky…unplanned, unexpected, inconvenient, and hard.

My Dad and I are working together and reseachering famiy history and compiling a book of rememberance: a biography.  We are enjoying  putting together our own memories of Mom with her childhood stories, matching old photos with family stories, peoples, and places.  In so doing, there are many times it seems emotionally overwhelming…memories can bring with it so many emotions simulatiously that it can cause a brain fog.

Scruffy:  We know we should be OKAY; yet our feelings aren’t agreeing.   Have you felt like that?  What can be done? Many say it’s just grief.  Yes and no.  These overwhelming life situations are not limited to loss of a loved one.  Death does seem to magnify the emotions beyond what we think we can handle; but there are those who are in tough situations and feel hopeless, stuck, or just trying to survive.

Take courage!  The God of ALL comfort is faithful and trustworthy to help us through the most difficult times.

Wait on the LORD: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the LORD.        ~Psalm 27:14

This brings me to my project: learning how to make little critters (mouse, lamb, bunny)

Mom loved to tell stories to her grandchildren but never wrote them down.   So, I’m going to write children’s books based on those stories.  And I decided to learn to make these little critters to go along with my writings about my Mom.

I cut out the pattern on some muslin fabric to practice.  As I began putting the pieces together, I grew frustrated because I couldn’t seem to get them together in the correct order..I didn’t have the instructions, just the pieces.  How hard could this be?  It’s just a little mouse.  I do know how to sew.  I do know how to figure things out.  And I couldn’t call my mom to ask her any questions…ugg!




Guess what?  The LORD God of heaven knows how everything fits together.. yes, even pattern pieces of a little mouse.  Remember this from Matthew 10:29-31:

Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows. “

Putting the pieces together is a specialty of our loving God.  These little critters remind me everyday how true that is.  If I, an amatuer doll maker, can cut out the pieces, throw away the scraps and sew something beautiful, then HOW MUCH MORE our Creator and God!!  This makes me happy!


Now I know you may be thinking that Scruffy is not that beautiful..but he is a work in progress…like us.. hehehe.  His story is still being written.  (and I’ll be sharing it the next post)

Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ:  -Philippians 1:6

Meet cousins of Scruffy from his mother’s side of the family:  Ivan and Hazel.  Hazel is the older sister; but Ivan thinks he’s older because he has grown much taller than Hazel. Doesn’t she know that if you are taller, you most certainly must be older?  Silly mouse, thinks Hazel as she poses for the camera.


Next time, we’ll have a listen to Scruffy’s story.  He’s a little embarrassed to have a story written about himself; but he knows you’ll enjoy it.

If you would like to follow the critters and me on Instagram, we’d love to have you. (@mama8hawks)  You’ll get to see some behind the scenes, meet new critters, and maybe smell the cookies from this Granny’s House.

Hugs and keep looking up!


aka Granny

Word of God


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Hello dear friends,

It’s been a long while since my last post.  We had a family emergency in August and my husband and I had to go out of town.  It has taken me a couple of months to recover my emotions enough to be ‘public’ again.  Thank you for your patience.

It was a Thursday morning when I received the early morning call from my Dad.  (my Dad never calls)  Mom had just suffered a heart attack and died.  I was stunned.  My Dad was devastated.  They had celebrated their 49th wedding anniversary the month before.  Mom was 69.  I wasn’t ready for her to go.  Didn’t think it would be for a long while. I just kept telling Dad that morning, ‘it’s ok.  we’ll see her again, soon.’

It’s hard to even write the words.

We live 1400 miles from my parents and brothers.  I phoned our children and made ready to drive across the country as soon as we were packed.  (hubby and I prefer driving to flying)  Twenty-one hours of driving and we were at my parents house.  It looks the same and feels SO strange.   I kept thinking that Mom was in the other room and would be right back.  I needed to ask her questions, silly questions, like where were we to stay that night, what she had made for dinner, where was the teapot….  surreal.  My sister and her family also drove from their home (a day’s drive) and then we were all together…mostly. Just 2 of our 6 children were able to make the trip because of work and time.

We couldn’t stay long, just a few days, because our middle son was getting married in a few days.  How was I going to get through this?  I’m the oldest of my siblings and felt it my duty, my resposiblity to be strong for them and for Dad.  Yet, I had no strength of myself.

Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort;  ~IICorinthians 1:3

To God be the glory!! Great things HE hath done!  The LORD God IS our comfort and strength!  It is because of His great mercy through Jesus Christ that we can carry on.

We have hope, Jesus, our blessed hope!

But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope.  For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him. For this we say unto you by the word of the Lord, that we which are alive and remain unto the coming of the Lord shall not prevent them which are asleep. For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: 
  Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.  

Wherefore comfort one another with these words.  ~I Thessalonians 4:13-18

Maybe you need comfort today.  Maybe you need hope.  Look unto the Father God by picking up the Bible and reading these verses for yourself.  Take hold of the book of Psalms like a blanket and let the God of ALL comfort heal your heart and bring you joy.

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking, praying, and thinking and will be writing more over the next little while.  I’d like to share with you some of those things, if you’d like to hear/read about it.

I’ll leave you with this Scripture

Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me.  ~John 14:1

Until next time,


Baking, Baking Biographies

That Gluten Question

With so many people searching for answers to the ‘gluten intolerance problem’, I thought I’d share some of my research.  This video is a quick look at sourdough and why it’s The Healthiest Bread.

The process of making bread using the wild or natural yeast that is already around us is just an AMAZING thing.  Flour and water to start, add a little salt and more flour and watch the transformation!  Smell.  Taste!  WOW.

At This Granny’s House, we are happy to share bread with you!  Bread has been known for millennia as ‘the staff of life’.  The number one grain for bread is wheat.  And it is this grain that has come under the most attack.  Yes, there are chemicals now; yes, there are GMOs now; but slow fermenting natural yeast is still master over those nasty attacks.  To better help us, using organic, regional, and fresh milled flour, insures maximum health benefits.

There are so many wonderful folks out there who have learned so much more than I have on this subject.  In the course of my own studies, I’ve grown in my fervor to share great bread with as many people as possible.

Here are some excellent resources:

sourdough nutrition

health benefits of sourdough

top 10 reasons to eat sourdough 

I truly hope that this little glimpse into the world of sourdough has helped you.


as always,

your friend, Cristina

aka Granny


Baking, Baking Biographies, Show and Tell

Singing Bread

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​I am beyond excited that the bread that I made actually sings!  You will have to turn your volume up all the way to hear it.  Listen carefully.  Did you hear it?  Oh, how I wish you could smell it!!

Let me tell you the story… a while back, when spending time studying about baking, I came across an article recommending great bread baking books.  I read the reviews and decided that this book was for me.   Secrets of a Jewish Baker: Authentic Jewish Rye and Other Breads by George Greenstein.  Immediately, I felt as if I was sitting in his bakery watching and learning.  Oh! the aroma!

Here’s what Master Baker Greenstein wrote to open his book,

The author of this book is a master baker who has spent his life working with his hands in pursuit of the perfect loaf.  What is the perfect Bread? How does one know when it has been found?  Who is qualified to judge?

One night, working alone while the others were asleep, a baker was standing in front of a huge oven.  Behind him was an wire rack containing more than 200 loaves, hot, just removed from the oven.  All was still in the bakery that very first time when he heard the rye bread sing.  He turned, stood listening, at first without comprehension, then he smiled, recognized the sound — for him, a melody!

Occasionally when making bread everything comes together in harmony.  The dough is flawless and the surrounding conditions are ideal.  When the rye bread is removed from the oven, the crust begins to crack in the cooler air and form a finely veined alligator-like appearance.  To the baker’s ear the almost imperceptible crackling, multiplied a hundredfold, is a song of praise for the perfect loaf.

So, yesterday, I made Mr. Greenstein’s Rye Sourdough bread.  The timer rang, and I took the loaves out of the oven and set them on the cooling rack.  I’ve made bread so many times, I really can’t even count.  (27 years worth)  And as I was preparing the next batch, I heard it!  The bread was singing!!  I ran and grabbed by phone to share with you. Never before had I even noticed.  Maybe, I’m paying more attention now or maybe as Mr. Greenstein wrote about.. finally… a perfect loaf.

Baking, Baking Biographies

Baking is . . .

love made edible bannerI love to read.  I’ve always loved reading.  When I was a young girl, I spent most of my summers reading.  And when I discovered a summer reading program my sixth grade year – I was overjoyed!  The school gave their students access to the library for a handful of hours each Friday to encourage the students to be better readers.  I saw this as a summer filled with adventures.

I happily walked my younder siblings to our little library and we carried full book-bags back home just in time for lunch.  It was a first in summer reading programs.  It was the summer of 1980.  I read Florence Nightingale’s biography and the entire “The Great Brain series by J.D. Fitzgerald.  (I don’t know why I loved that series, but I did.)  In seventh grade, I was enrolled in a speed reading class.  I really enjoyed that class!  I learned how to read the important words and disregard the rest.  I learned to retain the information to do well on comprehension tests.  I read fast.  I did well. I joined a Bible Quiz club and learned memorizing skills and studied with furvor. (my spelling, however, was always a struggle)  Math? Science? P.E. Class?  for the birds .. I did my best, but my best wasn’t so hot.  Learning about History or the biography of those scientists – wonderful!

Fast forward to a married young woman with little ones, homemaking, and cooking.. I could read at and follow a recipe with ease; but didn’t find much, if any, joy in cooking.  It was like science class of sorts .. follow the formula and get an edible outcome.  Boring.  But our little family  needed to eat .. every day.  The more I cooked the better the meals became.  I loved to set the table, talk at the table, and laugh with family and friends.  I saw that aspect as the enjoyment of meals more than the cooking.

Now our children are adults, many are married, and Curt and I are empty nesters.  I have time to reflect on how my cooking has progressed through the years and the course it will take in the future.  I have time again to read just for me.  During our children’s growing up years I didn’t really have the time for pleasure reading.  We homeschooled k-12 and read aloud for the children.  Now .. now the house is in a new season .. what could I read?

I found a book at the library with an intriguing title:  The Splendid Table by Lynne Rossetto Kasper.  The title was so lovely — so splendid.

The greatest joy in this book has been the people who made it possible.  I want to wrap my arms around the entire region of Emilia-Romagna in appreciation.  She and her people shared so much, not only in tangible information, but in the intangibles:  the spirit of her hospitality, the way light moves across her plain and her deep passion for her own culinary heritage.      ~Acknowledgements, The Splendid Table

How could I not join the author on her journey?  This isn’t just a book of edible formulas; it is a beautiful adventure.  Immediately, I saw the countryside, I felt the warm sunshine, and could smell the aromas beckoning as breads baked, meats were grilled, and fruit ripened . . . can you smell the freshness?  The author brought to life a cookbook in a way I’d never read.  This wasn’t a list of ingredients like a ‘to-do’ list.  This was a rosy cheeked loud grandma with her sleeves rolled up, dirty apron, showing you the right way to cook.  Having you taste and taste again ..

And so I began to read about soups, breads, pastas .. such a familiarity .. Garlic, butter, tomatoes, beef, olive oil .. hey! these are my favorite foods .. hey! .. a light bulb .. my maternal grandparents cooked like this .. my mom loves these .. and then I knew it .. I had come home .. I suddenly realized that food was more than for survival.  There was something more than the nutrients it possesses, it is meant to bring JOY TO YOUR TABLE.

He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and the herb for the service of man: that he may bring forth food out of the earth; and wine that maketh glad the heart of man, and oil to mke his face to shine, and bread which strengtheneth man’s heart.                                                                                                                              -Psalm 104:14-15

I began to search out cookbooks that told a story, authors and bakers that invited the reader to join their family dinners, hear the laughter, and taste the delight found written on the pages.  As I read, I learned.  As I read the more confident I became as a baker and it began to show at our table.  My perspective on food was brought back to where is should be .. making our table a place of joy and not getting through another meal with dishes and complaining; but rather taking the time to enjoy and cherish the moment with those whom we ‘break bread’.

I’ll leave you with the following hashtags for you to consider:  #slowliving  #bringbreadhome  #homemade  #freshfromtheoven #splendidtable #family #friends #gatheringtogether  #morethanjusteating #lovemadeedible #nosciencehere #allheart

Are your meals #madewithlove ??

until next time,


Baking, Show and Tell, thrifting

Thursday Thrifting

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It’s Thrifty Nifty Thursday!  This week has been a good week in general.  For that I should call today THANKFUL Thursday.  (the kitten is just for #CUTENESSOVERLOAD) 

It’s funny how we feel the need to categorize our stuff, maybe that helps us with a sense of order in this crazy world.  Or maybe it serves as a reminder to stop and smell the roses, as it were, to admonish ourselves to remember the good things, those thing that bring a smile to our face, and just be grateful.

There is an amazing Bible verse that helps to keep our mental stuff in its proper perspective.  Philippians 4:8

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.

And with that, I’ll move on to something lovely and of good report!  It was the end of May,  my husband and I were out running errands and decided to make a quick stop at a thrift shop on the way home.  It was actually a shop we had not visited before and so it was exciting .. treasure hunting, you know.

Most of the time, I have a running mental list of things I may be interested in, if the price is right and IF I have the funds.  We usually start looking at the kitchen things.  New, kitchen things are expensive and always worth the investment…but if you can find it for a fraction of the price .. SCORE!

So I’m looking at baking pans and my eye catches the outline of something that I’ve been dreaming about.  I walk quickly, but not too quickly as to draw attention to myself and the excitement whelling up in my heart. It’s a KitchenAid mixer! At the thrift shop?  Those are well sought after and hard to find second-hand.  Just the week before, while at a yard sale, I found a little KitchenAid mixer in working order and the owner wanted $300! at a yard sale?! It was the smallest one KitchenAid makes and came with a pasta maker attachment, but still .. $300? at a yard sale? I come from the era of yard sales that people still charged less than $20 for big items and nickles and dimes for the small stuff.

Anywhooo… back to my story… I look at the mixer skeptically as I search for the price.  Some thrift shops are getting mighty proud of the donations they receive…I find the tag .. I ask my husband to look at the tag to make sure I read it correctly.


Yes, you read that correctly.  $34.99!  Well, did it have all the pieces? Check.  Does it work? We hefted it into the cart and went over to ask the clerk if we could plug it in and make sure it worked ok.  IT WORKS!  Calm down, Cristina, calm down...I kept telling myself as we were checking out.  By the time we reached the car, I was doing the dance of joy!!  This Kitchen Aid mixer is my preferred color of white, it has all the pieces, it is the ‘professional’ model, and it WORKS!!  AND I had the funds to purchase it!  My birthday was the week before and our sweet children (who know how much I like to treasure hunt) had given me birthday money.

Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning

-James 1:17



that little scuff on the front is the only blemish .. there are no dings nor nicks.  I am beyond thankful to the LORD God who set this mixer aside for me to find.  He gave me a lovely birthday present!!

I have since used it to make my cookie dough and royal icing.  Beautiful.

What treasures have you found this summer?  Talk to the LORD, he knows what you have need of, and he loves us to walk with him and delight in his ways.  He will direct your steps if you let him.

By the way, I have my favorite tools and resources linked to Amazon.  So if you need something quickly or you haven’t found it at your local thrift shop or yard sale, you can get it on Amazon.  By purchasing your supplies via this page you are supporting my blog and little bakery .. Thank you!


You deserve some sweetness in your day!



show & tell

Tools of the trade .. of a cake / cookie decorator .. that is. These tools help the decorator roll, shape, mold fondant into the most beautiful of flowers or whatever the client imagines.   Fondant in the US of A or otherwise known as sugar paste is a beautifully pliable sugar dough used for many many years all over the world.  But for this Granny’s House, it is a very new endeavor.


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There is so much to learn and yet there are those who make it look so easy.  This photo shows the beginning of my tool box.  Let me tell you the back story, we have six children who have grown up to be lovely men and women!  And, as children do, have met the love of their life and 3 of them are now married with another upcoming wedding in August.  To my delight, I have been privileged to make 2 of the 3 wedding cakes. The cake itself was simple; it was the beautifying of said cake that became my project.  We love to do things for our children, don’t we, and as a result of taking on the challenge, I have grown in my baking skills.

In my youth, I decorated birthday cakes for  my siblings and later for our children using the canned frosting from our local grocery store.  I know, I know!  But that was all I did know about decorating cakes. My mom made cakes and baked all the time, but I don’t recall her decorating cakes.  It makes me smile (a scrunched-up nose type of smile) when I think of how far I’ve come.


Forgive the poor quality photo ..  our oldest daughter’s first birthday .. she’s now 25. If you can see, it has gel piped lettering and an outline of a little bunny.  She loved bunnies then and still does.


This blurry photo shows another store-bought gel icing piped Sherlock Holmes cake for my little brother’s 17th birthday.  Oh, how he loved to read Sherlock Holmes books.  And I was so proud of that cake .. my little brother is now 41 .. my how time flies.


If I can learn, then YOU can too!  Patience? sure it takes patience . . for me it was a project that was well worth the time and effort.

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The fondant/sugar paste flowers were so much fun to make once I got the hang of it.  The first flowers I did were a DISASTER! I nearly threw the project away…yes, I was that discouraged.  I’m not a perfectionist, I like my projects to have a bit of character; but sad looking bunches of sugar dough was not my idea of character.

So I settled down and worked on the type of flowers I could handle.  I most assuredly have plenty of room to grow!

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My sweet daughter-in-law to be was helping pipe the finishing touches on my daughter’s wedding cake who wanted a giant heart cake.  Giant!  It was three layers and measured approximately 25″ across.  Here’s the link from Pinterest that helped me with creating the heart shape  (More on this story here)


Flowers are improving .. the cake was delicious .. and my goal is to have accomplished this rose soon.  Amazingly beautiful work by the British bakery Pretty Sugar Cake Company


yes, this stunning rose is made of sugar paste!


Do you have a cake story?  I’d love to hear about it!!  Share your story in the comment section below.

I’ll add my fondant recipe shortly.


you deserve some sweetness today,



Baking, Baking Biographies, Show and Tell, thrifting

the Adventure Begins

the adventure begins

Hello Dear Reader! and thank you for joining me on my little bakery adventure as I have officially opened my online neighborhood bakery.

This blog has a two-fold purpose: first, to share with you my adventures in baking and life and second to encourage in the daily stuff.  We all need a little joy and encouragement to help us get through the mundane, stressful, or unsure days; as well as sharing the hopeful, cheerful, and good days. I hope my little blog can help you.

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homemade pretzels! gone in a flash!


I think I have a plan.  They say you should have a plan.  I grew up making lists, my dad is the king of list making.  So, I suppose that my plan can be like my list for the the blog.  It should keep me on track, right?

MONDAYS:  I’ll share a preview of the week .. upcoming bakes .. maybe a vlog .. something to get the week started right.

TUESDAYS:  Show and Tell! I love show and tell! PHOTOS! recipes .. links .. and some DIY

WEDNESDAYS:  The WORD on Bread :  seeking for and finding the substance and nourishment of God’s written Word.

THURSDAYS:  Thrify Nifty Reviews :  treasure finds, bakery tools, cookbook reviews, and dressing your mealtime table.

FRIDAYS:  Baker’s Biographies : I love to hear about and read stories of those who have paved the way for the next generation.  We’ll discover together the history of baked goods, stories from Grandmothers and Grandfathers, and even meet some of today’s sweetest bakers.

Along the way, you may have to humor me as I share bits about quilting or knitting, or posts about how much I love our children,  our grandchildren, and sheep.  There might even be a mention or two of my moto-adventures with my best friend, my handsome husband. 🙂

There will be affiliate links to Amazon in order for you to have easy access to some of the treasures we share here.