A Reminder of My Childhood

Hi there! My name is Rachel Buchleitner, I’m a freshman here at Hiram College and I help run the Terrier Bakery. I remember being young and being in my grandmother’s kitchen, hearing the scratching of a whisk against a metal bowl or the clanging of silverware being thrown into the sink. Those sounds have always reminded me of my childhood at home. As I hear these familiar sounds again in our very own bakery all I can feel is a sense of nostalgia. I hear the deafening roar of the mixers combining ingredients and the water running, cleaning the pans, bowls, measuring cups and spoons that had just been used. I smell the fresh scent of dough expanding and forming a crispy encasing for itself in the oven. I see ingredients and dishes and products flying around in this fast paced environment. I feel the heat of the oven rush into my face as I go to snatch a tray of cinnamon rolls from its interior. I taste the succulent mistakes that pop up around the kitchen every so often. I have walked back into my childhood when I cross the threshold of this kingdom. I walk into this kingdom and I’m home.