Cooking Through "The Baker's Man": Forget-Me-Not Cookies

There are several legends surrounding the naming of the flower Forget-Me-Not, each one romantic and lovely in its own way. In one German legend, it is said that as God was naming all of the plants, one tiny blue flower did not want to be overlooked, so the flower called out, “Forget me not, Lord.”

Another legend says that wearers of the flower would not be forgotten by their lovers. A medieval legend tells of a knight and his lady who walked along a riverside. The knight leaned down to pick forget-me-nots and the weight of his armor caused him to fall into the river. As he was drowning, he tossed the flowers to his lady, calling, “Forget me not.”

Cooking Through Fiction: Blackberry Sunrise Scones

There are many reasons to move to Midnight Gulch, Tennessee. One reason is because the whole town smells like waffle cones because of Dr. Zook’s Ice Cream Company, and who doesn’t love the warm, vanilla scents of baking waffle cones?

Felicity Pickle and her family arrive in Midnight Gulch in their van, the Pickled Jalapeño. They’re each looking for something; Felicity wants a home more than anything. She also wants a friend, but that’s not easy when you see words everywhere the same way others see fireflies.

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Cooking Through "The Baker's Man": Ooey Gooey Butter Cake

The American writer Anais Nin said, “Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.” In one of the final chapters of The Baker’s Man, Anna has reached a point in her life when she must riffle through the mess and find her dreams. It’s time she tossed them into space.

Cooking Through Fiction: Stubborn Chicken Pie

If you had a train ticket to any place, where would you choose to go? Unfortunately, seventeen-year-old Avery Ross doesn’t have much of a choice concerning her destination. Due to a scribbling of obscenities on her forehead, she’s sent across the country to North Dakota. She’s probably wondering what I’m wondering: Does anyone actually live in North Dakota? I’m kidding. I know at least five people who call ND home.

Avery’s punishment involves working at her aunt’s boarding house, but is it really punishment if you’re forced to be around not only one gorgeous green-eyed boy, but also two more? The Haldens are a group of stubborn, handsome brothers, and Avery’s thrown right into the thick of them and their family drama.

Cooking Through Fiction: Van Ripper Olykoeks

In The Wishing Thread, the Van Rippers live in Tarrytown, and they don’t live there unnoticed. In fact, there are some who say they are angels and some who say they’re swindlers. Why? Because the Van Rippers are thought to be able to weave magic into their yarn designs.

Need a new job? Maybe you could ask them for a new sweater to wear to an interview. But beware—in order to receive this gift, you’ll have to relinquish something very precious to you. What, might you ask? Only you can answer that. What would you give up in order to have what you desire?

Cooking Through Fiction – Eleanor & Park's Stromboli

Rainbow Rowell’s Eleanor & Park is about first loves. Do you remember your first crush or your first love? Do you remember when making a mix tape for someone meant you were serious? It took a lot of time to gather all your cassettes together and stop and start the record button at just the right moment. I don’t know what people do now … make iTunes playlists? Will that make someone as giddy as a mix tape?

Do you remember when you could stay on the phone for hours? When you would be half asleep but still refuse to hang up because there was someone special on the other end of the line and just hearing that person breathe was enough? When your ear was red and hot from smashing the phone against your face just to hear that person breathing? The things we do for love…