Monday, August 29, 2011
Love In a Freezer Bag
Years and years ago, when I still lived at home, my mother bought a cookbook for her bread machine called, The Bread Machine Cookbook by Beth Hensperber. I enjoyed the breads from that book so much, that when I moved out and got my own bread machine, I bought the same book. I have used it so often over the years that it is tattered, stained, and the spine is broken. I have influenced others to buy it just by serving them bread that I made from the recipes. It is that good. As you know, I also have The Bread Bible cookbook, which is also by her. All of the recipes you will see here came from those books.
Buttermilk Pancakes. After they are cooked, I let them cool for a bit on the plate, and then take a large cookie sheet lined with wax paper, and working in single layers separated with wax paper, stack them up and pop them in the freezer for a few hours. When they are frozen, I take them out and put them into freezer bags. This keeps them from sticking together, and allows the hungry person reaching into the bag to just grab a few and go. You can either heat them in the microwave, or pop them into the toaster oven, or a combination of both. It takes no longer than pouring a bowl of cereal and is much better than a package of Pop Tarts (my son's quick breakfast of choice), and is a much healthier option.
I will have to admit, that this is the first time I've done such a big day of baking since going gluten free, and I had a moment in the middle of it when I was feeling sorry for myself and really dwelling on how awesome my kitchen smelled and that I couldn't eat one single thing that I was making. I couldn't help but compare how fluffy and light the pancakes were compared to the flat, dense gluten free ones I made for myself earlier in the week, and I admit, I felt a little cheated and angry. In the midst of it all, however, the quiet voice of Grace reminded me of all the wonderful things that I can eat. I started to think about how grateful I am that it's not an actually life or death allergy, like my daughter has. I thought about all the wonderful foods that I've been introduced to because of it, and I was humbled. It doesn't make dealing with any of it easier, but it puts it into a bit of perspective. It allowed me to spend the day making my family foods that I can't eat, because they mean that much to me. When I was done, and my son asked why I was making stuff that I couldn't eat, I answered him simply, "Because I love you."