The batter is the best part
Submitted by:
beanie
From:
United States of America
Publication date: January 20, 2005
My first memory of baking had little to do with the process at all. I would hear the whirr of the beaters and know that something sweet and special was happening in the kitchen. My sister and I would scurry into the kitchen and position ourselves at my Mother's feet, waiting for the moment that the beaters were released from the mixer. My Mom would look down and smile, knowing what we hoped for. She kindly offered each of us the beaters so we could lick and sample the sweet confection. It was always good and a bit messy but that is a true comfort memory.
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