From Mom to Bake Mama

Hi! I’m Sarah, and I became a baker completely by accident.

When my oldest was about three, I made banana bread one Saturday morning because we had five brown bananas on the counter and I felt guilty throwing them out. That’s it. That was the big moment. But then my kid asked if we could make it again the next weekend, and suddenly Saturday morning baking became our thing.

I’m not trained. I didn’t grow up in a family of bakers. My mom made exactly three desserts on rotation (all from boxes, love you Mom). But there’s something about measuring flour into my old scratched-up mixing bowl, the one with the blue rim that I got at a thrift store for four dollars, that just feels right. Calming, even. Especially on those weeks when everything else feels chaotic.

Now I bake constantly. Weekends, obviously. But also random Tuesday afternoons when someone had a bad day. I’ve learned that you actually can’t substitute baking soda for baking powder (oops), and that my oven runs hot on the left side. My kitchen is always a mess. There’s probably flour on the floor right now.

This is where I share what actually works.