I started Learning to Bake after finding my mom’s old Betty Crocker Picture Cook Book, which has its own family history.
I’ve spent some time the past few days rummaging through a heap of unsorted photos, greeting cards and other ephemera that my late mother probably boxed up around 1967. Tucked in with many photographs of young women I assume went to college with mom (including one inscribed “Always Remember the Biltmore” — ooh!), post cards from every burg she apparently ever drove through, decades-old golf score cards and some truly wonderful family photos was a purple ink (remember the color of 1960s copies?) and pencil-edited “Prayer For Your Kitchen.” Curious, I Googled it and found the same prayer mentioned a few places, with author unknown.
It was a fun discovery. I’ve always seen prayers as more of a thankful time than an asking time. And if I was doing some asking, it was only for high-priority peace and happiness type stuff. It’s a quiet way to set my personal priorities. But this fit in perfectly with this prayer’s last stanza, (from which I removed the word God – my edit improved the beat and was in line with my agnosticism).:
So, bless my little kitchen,
And those who enter in
May they find naught but love and peace
And happiness. Amen.