Yesterday, I was humming to myself while making ganache when the phone rang. It was my mom. Here’s how the conversation went:
Mom: How are you?
Me: Great! I’m making ganache.
Me: For a pie.
Mom: Oh. What’s the pie for?
Me: I’m a baking blogger. I bake stuff.
It’s a pretty frequent conversation that we have. My mom, a talented and fantastically strong woman, is not a baker. She sees it as a practical necessity at times, but otherwise, she never just bakes because it’s fun, whereas I bake all the time because I love thinking of dessert ideas and seeing where they go. That’s usually the primary reason I hop into the kitchen to create things.