Need a love language? Try Baking | Column | Reviews | Daily College

Over the past few years, I’ve had a very specific love language: baking.

It goes back to when I was growing up. My dad would put a mixing bowl in front of me and pretend I was in a TV cooking segment he called “Kit’s Kitchen.”

My creations started by putting rainbow sprinkles in water and giving my family the super complex dish that was considered “Sprinkle Water”.

My dad, who can cook better than anyone I know to date, acted like I was a culinary genius for Sprinkle Water.

For years I helped him in the kitchen. He let me mix things up to bring to my school bake sales – even when I barely let him know I needed something – and he slowly taught me all sorts of tips and tricks.

I watched him bake us birthday cakes based on what we liked that year. One year he surprised me with OREOs and Barbies popping out of pink frosting. So much personalization can go into baking – what better way to say “I love you” without actually saying it?

Her favorite thing to say when we’re baking or cooking is “Can I show you a tip?” As someone who thinks she can do no wrong in the kitchen, I usually roll my eyes until I realize her advice is invaluable and a real sign of encouragement for a hobby. which he himself passed on to me.

Like most people during the 2020 lockdown due to the pandemic, I put his teachings into practice and became great at baking when I was a freshman in college. I baked pastries every day, trying to perfect all kinds of recipes.

My brothers would give me specific requests and prowl the kitchen until I was done.

To see the excitement on their faces as they devoured cupcakes and cookies that I worked so hard for – that’s when I realized this hobby could be useful in establishing links.

Whether it was trying flourless recipes for my celiac best friend or getting someone a bag of cupcakes for their birthday that summer, I loved making people feel feel seen. Do you like chocolate better than vanilla? Noted. Got some old bananas you want to turn into something? I’ll take it from you in a loaf or a muffin. Invite me to a party? I’ll bring your family home cookies.

I moved into an apartment with a group of girls I had only met once, and it was the perfect icebreaker. I didn’t know how to do it at first, but it soon became an exciting evening for everyone when I brought the jars of sugar and flour that I kept in my room to the kitchen.

I once stayed home after class to bake a roommate a chocolate cake at the start of this semester for her birthday, which we all spent the next week hunkered down in front of the fridge eating.

They have been my best friends ever since.

It’s my answer to everything – my favorite excuse is a ziploc bag filled with my brown butter chocolate chip cookies (which is my own recipe) – and it works almost every time. Sometimes I’m not good at comforting people with words, so if a friend of mine is a little down, I like to whip up something they like.

Maybe my dad didn’t even realize the bond he was creating with his only daughter when he let her hold the wooden spoon while he cooked. But I smile every time I think of him announcing Kit’s Kitchen and even when he asked to tip me in the process – as much as I hate to admit.

I promise you – try whipping out your own wooden spoon and measuring cups when you’re looking to put a smile on someone’s face. And if you need help, you know who to call. Maybe we’ll both make a new friend in the process.

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