My mother and grandmothers (2 plus one aunt) taught me how to cook. I was the only American born, first generation person in a family of seven. A tremendous amount of cooking went on, as you can imagine. With that many people to feed, eating out was a luxury reserved for birthdays. The four women in my life mostly cooked, there wasn't a ton of baking, per se, but being of Polish heritage, there were ponchki at Easter and various versions of fried dough. Some of my best memories are from meals around that table, and I often find myself wishing I could go back for just one more meal. My mother did have one special dessert, she always made it for Christmas and my brother's birthday, it was a flourless chocolate roll torte filled with almond scented whipped cream, just heavenly. Our house was always the host house for holiday parties and gatherings, so the baking gradually became my resposibility. I relished the opportunity because it was an open niche for me to show off what I could do, and that made me feel a tremendous amount of pride, that I, too, could contribute something to the table. Now, I continue to bake and I love the emails that you send with all the different recipes. It was my mother that taught me to bake with King Arthur flour, and to this day, it is all I will use. I make my own sourdough bread, and your flour is the only one that ever goes into the bread or to feed my starter! Thanks for an amazing product and for allowing us to share.

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