Pie crust that never shrinks. Bread that rises every time. Cinnamon rolls that stay soft till Thursday. 120 recipes on 524 pages from an Amish farm kitchen and forty years at my roadside bake stand, written so you cannot get them wrong.

It was never you, and never your oven. Nobody ever told you why.This book does.
I was born in 1950 on an Amish dairy farm in Holmes County, Ohio, the third of seven children. My mother baked six loaves at a time, four mornings a week, on a wood stove with no dial. She checked the heat by holding her arm inside and counting.
In 1976 my husband Daniel built me a pine table at the end of our lane. Every Friday and Saturday for forty years I baked from five in the morning, and people paid into a coffee can and came back the next week. One schoolteacher bought two loaves every Saturday for thirty years.
So my granddaughter Hannah sat at my counter with a notebook. Every time I baked, she wrote. Every cup, every minute, every little thing my mother did that no recipe card tells you.
Then she baked every recipe again in her own kitchen, so I know it works in yours. If you found me through my videos, you already know a few of these tricks. The book has all the rest.
Large, clear type, so you can read it at the counter without your glasses.






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The crust that forgives a rough hand, and fruit pies that slice clean instead of running all over the plate.
Pumpkin pie that never cracks, pecan, sugar cream, peanut butter cream, and wet-bottom shoofly.
White bread that rises every time, and the potato rolls that sold out at my stand by noon.
Cinnamon rolls that stay soft till Thursday, caramel sticky buns, and my grandmother's fasnachts.
Tall buttermilk biscuits, banana bread, baked oatmeal, and friendship bread with the ten-day calendar.
Soft Amish sugar cookies, molasses cookies, and chocolate chip cookies that stay soft for days.
The whoopie pies that were gone from my stand by nine, fudgy brownies, and lemon bars.
The church chocolate sheet cake, an angel food cake that stands tall, and an old-fashioned pound cake.
Baked apple dumplings, peach cobbler, and the Ohio date pudding from Amish wedding dinners.
Cut-out cookies, soft gingerbread men, stollen, and a six-week plan for a calm December.
Fudge that never turns grainy, buckeyes, my father's peanut brittle, and soft caramels.
Small batches for one or two, baking for a hundred at a church dinner, and gifts from the oven.
The things I would tell you if you stood beside me at the counter. Small things that change everything you bake.
Why did my cake sink? Why did my bread not rise? Thirty answers, and how to fix it next time instead of giving up.
And shoofly pie, potato rolls, whoopie pies, apple dumplings, date pudding, buckeyes, stollen, and a pantry guide for what to use when you run out…
Cups, sticks, and ounces, with the flour and butter I trust from any grocery store.
Golden edges, a hollow thump, a soft middle. The signs that tell you it is done.
The one thing my mother did that the recipe on the bag never tells you.
How long it lasts, how to freeze it, and how to make it taste fresh again.
A scooped cup holds a fourth more flour than the recipe means. That is why cookies turn into biscuits.
Mine ran forty degrees hot for years. One simple test tells you the truth about yours.
You will never taste it. It is why my mother's crusts were the best at every church dinner.
They finish on the hot pan. Wait for a done middle, and they are hard once they cool.
The water for yeast should feel barely warm on your wrist. Too hot, and the bread never rises.
A fruit pie sets as it cools. Cut it hot, and it runs all over the plate.
And thirty-four more inside the book.
Your numbers will be different. The point is not: two bakery pies pay for the book.

120 recipes and the old Amish tricks my mother taught me
That is about 33 cents a recipe.
Get My Copy · $39Seven days, my word on it. Bake three recipes from the book. If they do not come out better than before, ask within 7 days and you get every cent back. I would rather that than have you feel taken.
And when your granddaughter takes a bite and asks, “Grandma, how did you make this?” you will know exactly what to tell her.