The Baking Stone
Friday, January 22, 2016
The baking stone
Extravagance. Not really needed. Why would anyone spend $40 on a stone baking sheet when an aluminum sheet costs $5? Well, I wanted it, that's why. I had lost everything in the house fire of March 2001, and it was time to begin again. I read somewhere that the baking stone was a great kitchen tool for baking cookies, pizza and chicken.
I wanted the baking stone for my new kitchen. It was worth every cent. My stone made thousands of the best chocolate chip cookies and hundreds of perfect pizzas for my friends and family.
I loved that stone, but sadly, one day it died. I forgot to take it out of the oven before I turned the oven on high, and cleaned the oven. My heart is broken, and my house smells of the awful burnt grease smell from the ruined stone.
There are millions of memories baked into that stone.
My sons Sam and Matty loved eating chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven. The extra heat from the stone made a crispier, crunchier cookie that tasted delicious with cold milk. The chips were still soft and gooey. The sweet treat melted in their mouths. Matty is convinced that I bake the best cookies in the world. Who am I to argue with my son? When he was stationed in Okinawa with the USMC, I sent him a package with cookies and other treats. He sat down on the curb of the road, outside the post office and ate each and every cookie. "They tasted like home,"he said. "I don't mind sharing the other treats, but your cookies are special."
Now I've really done it. At just fifteen years of age, the stone must be replaced. Good bye old friend! You served me well. I ruined you by mistake. I will be more careful with my next stone and cleaning my oven.
Yesterday my husband bought me a new stone.