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RENEE MONTAGNE, host:
On Mondays, we bring you This I Believe, our series of statements of personal conviction. Emily Smith is a theology student from Austin, Texas. Like the rest of us, the 23-year-old is busy this week with all the shopping and cooking it takes to get ready for Thanksgiving.
And she's been thinking about what it means to her family to share meals. Here's our series curator, independent producer Jay Allison.
JAY ALLISON: Often, beliefs are grounded in the simple ordinary acts of daily life. Emily Smith bakes birthday cakes for all her friends, many of whom haven't had a cake made for them since they were little. They asked her why she did it. She decided to write for our series in response.
Here is Emily Smith with her essay for This I Believe.
Ms. EMILY SMITH (Theology Student): I've gone through 10 pounds of flour in three months. I know that's not normal, but I believe baking is an expression of love, not only for the person being baked for, but also for the person who taught me how to bake, for the person who gave me the recipe, for the past, and tradition.
My Grandma Dottie lives on in her recipes that I continue to bake. Her molasses cookies are so good, they need to be shared with the world. The batter is sticky and has to be refrigerated for four hours. It turns the whole thing into more of a production, but it's impossible to roll the dough into balls when it's that sticky. I know. I've tried.
So I wait, just like my grandmother waited, four hours while the dough chills. Then I roll the dough into balls, roll the dough balls in sugar and smash them with a fork twice, creating a crisscross pattern, and put them in the oven. I look at the cookies instead of relying on the timer. I'm beginning to bake with my senses and my memory instead of with the recipe.
My Grandma Dottie abbreviated everything in her recipes, so it took me a while to figure it out. Is the batter the right color? The right consistency? Does it smell right? My dad's job is to compare my reproductions to the originals of his childhood. If they turn out the same, they're more than cookies - and that's what I'm trying to do. I like to watch my father's face when he remembers his mother.
Because we're Texan, my mother needs a pecan pie for it to really be Thanksgiving. Pecan pie is mostly corn syrup, a few eggs and pecans. And it doesn't look appetizing. But amazing things happen in the oven. The filling caramelizes and turns a dark brown. I baked my mom a pecan pie. I made the crust and everything, and even she doesn't do that. The recipe I used yields a stiffer filling. It's not the gooey pecan pie I grew up with. So I was worried at first that I'd done something wrong. But my mother said it was the best pecan pie she'd ever had.
And right then and there my pecan pie recipe, the one that I'd found in the cookbook my grandmother gave me, became the new family recipe. So this Thanksgiving it's my job to make the pie. For me, it's a symbol of becoming an adult, and the pecan pie becomes my contribution to our family tradition.
I believe that as long as I keep baking, my grandmother hasn't really gone. I believe baking is the best way for me to express love for my people in the present and honor the people of my past, all in one batch.
ALLISON: Emily Smith, with her essay for This I Believe. You may understandably want the recipes for the pecan pie and her Grandmother Dorothy's molasses cookies. You will find them, along with all the essays we've aired, and the almost 20,000 that had been submitted, at npr.org, where you can also submit your own.
For This I Believe, I'm Jay Allison.