“As the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common, everyday blessings of our common everyday lives for which we should be particularly grateful. They are the things that fill our lives with comfort and our hearts with gladness — just the pure air to breathe and the strength to breath it; just warmth and shelter and home folks; just plain food that gives us strength; the bright sunshine on a cold day; and a cool breeze when the day is warm.”
― Laura Ingalls Wilder, Writings to Young Women from Laura Ingalls Wilder: On Wisdom and Virtues
“I truly believe we can either see the connections, celebrate them, and express gratitude for our blessings, or we can see life as a string of coincidences that have no meaning or connection. For me, I’m going to believe in miracles, celebrate life, rejoice in the views of eternity, and hope my choices will create a positive ripple effect in the lives of others. This is my choice.” Mike Ericksen
“The unthankful heart… discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!” ~Henry Ward Beecher
I love to cook. But what I love most are the stories of cooking in the family kitchen, eating at the family table, and sharing food with friends and strangers.
Bob says the smell of fresh baked bread makes a house a home. When his mother made bread it was served with hot cocoa to dip chunks of fresh bread in.
My mom made the best hot rolls. We always knew fresh rolls would be at the table for holidays and other family celebrations.
Now when I make bread it is gluten free. I have a couple of recipes that are quite tasty but not as much fun to make. You don’t get to punch and push around gluten free dough like you do wheat dough, but that’s another story.
Do you have a favorite bread story? Did your mom or grandma make bread? Do you? Tell us about it.