Learn to Bake, My Son

Some day, a long time from now, when the Kid is all grown up and calls to say, "Mom, you're going to be a Grandma," I will have very few bits of advice, but among them will be:

  1. Sometimes you just need to give her a hug and not try to make sense of it.
  2. Learn to bake.*

The first is probably self-explanatory to anyone who has been pregnant or spent significant time around a pregnant woman.  

The second is a more recently gleaned bit of wisdom.

I don't ordinarily crave baked goods.  I'm happy to sample them when they're offered or make them for a special occasion, but it's rare that we have a plate of cookies just hanging out around the house.  It's an out-of-sight, out-of-mind thing.  

Maybe it's the weather, or maybe I'm just trying to milk these last days of pregnant-super-metabolism, but lately there have been oh-so-many moments of, "You know what sounds so amazing right now...."  And, because he is an awesome husband who also happens to enjoy the precise nature of baking, Sweet Husband has been fabulous about catering to this new whim.

There's been an ongoing blueberry muffin phase.  (Without the crumb topping, thanks.)


An experiment with homemade orange rolls.  (I thought they tasted very good, but Sweet Husband warns that this recipe is not well-written and the icing could be improved upon.  Like I said, guy takes his baking seriously.)

Some wonderfully gooey brownies.

And this Saturday, in case you were not all aware, is the 5th Annual World Nutella Day.  It also so happens, that it's the day our new oven is being delivered.  I believe this is the universe shouting to me that we must inaugurate the oven with Nutella.  The only question is, which recipe shall we choose?

(*Of course, we'll teach the Kid to bake long before that, really.  How else will he get the girl in the first place?)