With the cooler weather settling in, I have been cooking and baking everyday. I don't know what it is about this time of year that puts me in the mood to bake? Perhaps it is the anticipation of Thanksgiving and all of the scents, tastes and traditions that come with this meaningful holiday. It might be the joy of the grand kick-off of the holiday season with the start of Thanksgiving. It could be the cooler weather and shorter days... but I think deep down in my heart, I know the reason. I believe that I am speaking for all of the chefs, bakers, cooks and foodies of the world when I say that we all eagerly await baking and cooking during the arrival of the Fall and Winter months. We feel this excitement during this time of year because we all have warm, comforting and soft, fond memories associated with the aromas and essence of a slice of pumpkin pie or how about a taste of homemade banana bread? I know for me, it is the smell... oh but most of all the taste of my Grandmother's and mother's Mexican Wedding cookies that brings about these fond Christmas memories from my childhood! I have wonderful memories of my mother standing at our kitchen counter on Christmas Eve making these delightful little snowy white treats. I can recall my mother making these cookies on happy Christmas Eve's, when the whole family was all together and on one particularly sad Christmas Eve, when my Grandma Vera had just passed away a month earlier in November. Either way, my dear mama made sure to make these traditional cookies for our family. She provided me with a service that was so much more than a fleeting cookie treat, she was teaching me the meaning of serving those you love and putting my needs before her own.
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Nothing could ever emulate the aroma that came out of the Helms coach when the Helms man would slide open the drawers. Those drawers slid out with such ease! You could hear the smooth, ball-bearing sound of the drawers gliding out to display their delectable treats.
Mom would buy two loaves of whole wheat bread, bran muffins, and three plain doughnuts. The same order for years! You would think I would give up, but for about two years, I asked my mom for a jelly doughnut. They were such beautiful doughnuts! You could see the red jelly oozing out from the sides of the moist and plump, powdered-sugar-dusted doughnuts. My mom would always reply, "The plain ones are healthier." One day, the Helms man asked my mom if he could give me a jelly doughnut. He told her that since she was a regular customer, it was company policy to entitle her to a free jelly doughnut. She agreed and thanked him. He winked at me and said, : "I like em' too!"
Services like the Helms Olympic Bakeries were once an ordinary event, common and usual. Now, I wish children could experience the toot-toot, the smells, the camaraderie, the service, and mostly, the respect! We needed to take the time to interact with each other, to learn each other's names and to celebrate the ordinary!