It’s not officially Christmas baking time until I make Grandma’s Old-Fashioned Apricot Nut Bread.
And that is exactly what I did this past Sunday.
Unlike most of the things I bake, this recipe is for me.
Measuring the flour with my favorite antique tin measuring cup from Grandma,
snipping the apricots just like she did with kitchen shears,
mixing with old-time Christmas music playing like we did when I helped her as a child…
Remembering how she smelled, remembering how her hands looked and felt, remembering her voice, remembering her love.
Baking this bread every year at this time just takes me back – makes me smile – allows me to remember – fills me with love.
The smell of this bread baking is one of my very favorite smells in the entire universe. (In fact, sometimes I go outside for a couple of minutes, so that I can come back in and be HIT by the smell!)
The taste of this bread…
not too sweet – a bit dry – densely filled with bursts of tart apricot chunks and crunchy walnuts….
For me – this bread is love – it is memories of childhood – memories of a grandma’s heart.
Do you have a recipe that does this to you?
I wonder if Grandma is why I often express my love for people by baking?
Thanks for the memories, Grandma. Thanks for the love. You are my Stella Star!
You can find the recipe for my all-time favorite thing to bake here – Grandma’s Old-Fashioned Apricot Nut Bread where I shared it last year.
Hope you are enjoying the season. I’m going to go have a slice and a cuppa!
Cheers & Hugs,