You didn’t think I would make them, did you? That’s ok, neither did The Mister.
I didn’t need to make hamburger buns from scratch; I could have easily bought them at the store. But, somehow, making these make me a better mom.
I’m always thinking, and I get bored easily. Because of this I often take on too many projects and over commit myself. I check my emails constantly and carry the cordless phone in my pocket. When I am out, my cellphone is either in my hand or within reach. I’m not important. There is rarely a call or email that couldn’t wait a couple of hours, and, yet, I am always available.
But, am I available for my boys if I am already available for everyone else? I worry they pay the consequence of my frenetic personality, and I don’t want them to remember me as the mom who was always working. I’m not all about work! Case in point, I love to bake. I always have, and after so many years (my Kitchen Aid stand mixer is 16 years old) I’ve become proficient enough to tackle any recipe that strikes my fancy. I want them to know this about me, and remember it fondly later in life. And so, I choose to spend a day with Mikey and Nico and make in a couple of hours what I could have bought in 5 minutes.
As a rule, it’s not easy to bake with a 3 year old. You lose track of ingredients. Flour ends up everywhere but the bowl. There is a constant threat of boo-boos and burns. Sometimes it seems easier to just bake for them rather than with them. But, today I persevered, kept my mouth shut, and was rewarded when I suddenly feel a light touch and looked down to see this:
I was rewarded again when we pulled the dough from the mixer and a little voice beside me sighed, “Oh, mama. It’s just soooooo beautiful.”
And that’s why I made hamburger buns from scratch.
My goodness, Jules! Is there anything else that you can’t do? :P I am very impressed! Look at those bun goodies! Yum! You can cook/bake/feed me any time!
You’ve got me itching to bake again. I do miss baking, without a toddler hanging onto my leg wanting to “help”, that is. Maybe this weekend… we’ll see. Meanwhile, happy baking and cooking! The Mister and your boys are very lucky!
“Oh, mama. It’s just soooooo beautiful.”
Your heart must have just melted. That’s so sweet.
This post moved me to tears Jules. Much easier to cook without them, much more rewarding to let them help. It was very sweet and I completely understand where you are coming from. You’re a great mom and cook.
Thanks, ladies! It was fun. Challenging, but fun.
Nicole–it did make my heart melt. But it was already soft from the hand holding and shoulder laying so it didn’t have much more to go. It came at a perfect time, too, because 5 minutes prior I was ready to grab the car keys and just go buy the stupid rolls. ;)
What a beautiful post, tender and very touching. The bread looks – OMG- let me just say I will need to wipe the slobber off of the monitor.
Where is this recipe located? I do not see it on this page.