The Magic of Baking

Food, as we all know, is magic.

Food, as anyone who reads this blog knows,  is also one of my obsessions (coincidental?  I think not.)

Rhubarb Blackberry Crisp on my birthday.  A magical moment
that otherwise has little to do with this post.

So it really shouldn't be a big shock that I read more than my share of cookbooks, books by people  in the food industry, and books about people in the food industry (if I looked hard enough, I'm sure I could find the name of the sub-genre of chick lit with caterers and bakers as heroines, for me they are just normal novels).  Yet I am sometimes surprised by how much I love books about magical food, from Garden Spells (magical food from magical plants in a magical place) to Bliss Bakery.

Saturday morning I picked up Sarah Weeks' PIE at the library and by noon I was buying groceries for a buttermilk blackberry pie with a cornmeal crust, which we ate Saturday night.  Since I made up the recipe, based on two in the YA novel, it wasn't perfect, but I think I am going to go try again.

Magic indeed.