I started my very first job when I was a teenager in high school. It wasn't some elaborate thing that I wanted. I had big plans in my head of what I wanted to be, and baking wasn't it. But never-the-less, it was an income for me to spend frivolously. And later in life I'd come to find that I would enjoy it more than I realized. My very first job was working in a little Mennonite specialty store and bakery in my hometown -- it was called The Farmer's Wife.
I could sit here and tell you that everything I learned when it comes to cooking came from my mom and grandma, but I'd be lying. You see, most of what I learned came directly from that little country store and the wonderful women that worked within it. But this particular recipe came from a beautiful Mennonite woman who I cherish deeply. She loves her family more than you could imagine. She truly is a Proverbs 31 woman, and she is inspiring even when she doesn't realize it.