The American world has been bridled into itself. Pandemic responses have, to varying degrees, brought us closer to ourselves, and perhaps more fatefully, to our dinner plates. Baking has taken a new role in forced re-discovery. Flour sales are up. Cooking supplies are selling fast. There are anecdotal details that the ovens of a thousand thousand households are producing the best kind of anything: home-baked.
Of course, professional bakers have legs up on any of us non-professional bakers (possible cooking-show-contestants excluded because we all know someone or someone’s someone who could have been professionally competent), but only we can bake what we want when we want it. And of course I am getting carried away, but I love baking, and licking batter bowls with my boys. Also, Thanksgiving rocks!