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My earliest memories of baking are of me sitting on the counter in my favorite aunt’s kitchen when I was a three-year-old little girl. She would let me sit right next to the big, loud, stand-mixer and pour in the sugar.

I remember being mesmerized by the magical transformation of butter, sugar, flour, and eggs into the tastiest cookies and brownies.

My aunt has since passed away, but the pure joy and excitement of a three-year-old little girl lives on every time I bake.