As a young girl raised in the burbs of Delaware about a decade before the first cell phone (about the size of a brick ever existed), I was indeed a carefree child of nature; a “Tom-boy” if you will. Outdoor fun was sneaking into our friends backyard to play on their swing set when no one was home, playing red light-green light and hide-n-seek with nearly 20 kids around the block, and at times it was as simple as rummaging in the woods and getting into dirt with the boys. Pure innocent fun!
Yet some of my best days, seldom nonetheless, were the days after the rain passed. On these days you’d find me in the back ally knee-deep in mud without a care in the world, making “mud pies” with either of my best friends at the time, Ally and Alexis. If at this point you’re not sure what a true mud pie is, you may have to ask your parents. True mud pies existed long before Google picked up on the edible version.
As I approached my high school years, my feminine side began to lead so naturally I no longer desired in “getting dirty.” I took my playtime indoors where you would then find me spending several weekend evenings centered in my family’s kitchen (most likely play bickering) with my sister, Tiffany, over who’s going to lick the bowl of cake batter. I’m older which always gave me rights to win. But I did at least give her the whisk.
FYI- licking raw cake batter is highly not recommended but for some reason, I never seemed to learn my lesson.
You see, for as long as I can remember, I’ve always enjoyed baking. Despite the fact that I have yet to make the edible version of a mud pie, I have however, made a countless number of dishes and desserts in my General Electric (GE) powered kitchen – a trusted name for decades.
At the end of every year, close and extended family would all gather for a huge road trip from NY to DE to visit for the holidays. With my mother’s spacious suburban kitchen, my family knew they could count on feasting large- a large turkey in the GE oven that is. But it doesn’t end there. Now that I’m on my own, I’ve already had a few family dinners in my own General Electric kitchenette. Regardless of how small NYC apartment kitchens may be, it doesn’t stop me from doing what I enjoy most and that is, baking. Much like this video, the gratification I receive in seeing smiles across everyone’s face over delicious food and sweets shared among my friends and family is, truly rewarding. A moment of time I know I’m creating positive memories which makes me dream of the days to come when I will have my chance in sharing and passing on these experiences to my future children.
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This is a sponsored conversation written by me on behalf of GE Appliances. As always, the opinions and text are all mine.