The Best Chocolate Brownie. Ever.
You don’t mess with 50-year-old perfection.
Isn’t it funny what you take for granted when you’re a child?
My sister and I would dash through the door after school and without a doubt, there would be some form of delicious homemade baking waiting for us.
My mother is an incredible baker. She’d give the Great British Bakeoff a run for their money.
Cinnamon buns, doughnuts, homemade bread with peanut butter. Fresh chocolate chip cookies with a big glass of milk. My birthday cake was angel food cake with lemon pie filling in the middle. OMG. I need a piece of that right now.
She whipped up light and flaky pie crusts and put a pie in the oven as quickly as you’d buy one from the store. (No one bought pies from the store back then. You would have been judged.)
Did Mom have loads of time? Absolutely not.
She worked at a bank and she helped my dad on our farm throughout the year — driving a grain truck, bringing meals to the field and a million other duties that farm wives did then and now.
She also had a huge garden, sewed, volunteered for the community, and did everything to keep our family home running smoothly.
