April 20th, 2020
Then and Now
and the art of making home made bread
There was a time in my life,
when the family were all home
and veritably voracious
when it came to home made bread....
The voraciousness was apparent
when the bread drawer was empty
so it fell upon me.
the mother, and the source of all food
to see that the drawer
contained the necessities of life....
chocolate cake and home made bread!!!!
At that time, when I was young and vital
and the routines of life were a "piece of cake"
or a "loaf of bread"
there was no problem in following the routine
and setting the bread to rise
was just part of getting breakfast!
When I was twenty-five, or so
a kindly neighborhood friend taught me to make bread!
For the next twenty years I never looked back.
The loaves were lofty and delicious.
I made four at a time, probably every other day....
but then the children all went their various ways
and homemade bread was a treat for both Charles and I,
but not to be indulged in on a regular basis!!!
Eventually I probably gave it up all together
except for Christmas and Easter specialties
and in answer to earnest requests!
I put away the big round metal bowl that housed the dough
and just used it for Halloween candy treats,
or Christmas fruit cakes.
Until this morning when a variety of reasons
caused me to to forget that I was 95 and past the age
of making homemade bread
One of the reasons has to do with the present circumstances
that make going to the store
a major production, what with Pandemics and what not!
Anyway, I searched my memory, and
eventually was forced to find the old Purity Flour
cookbook to reinforce the amount of salt,
and yeast, and the number of cups of flour.
A major production instead of the regular
routine that just got squeezed into the morning.
I am pleased to say that the outcome
was two loaves of "not-so-lofty" bread,
All this despite the fact that after
I had slipped the pans into the oven
I went and collapsed in the big easy chair
and only woke up from the short recovery nap
half an hour later!
I sprang to my feet (as much as an elderly lady of 95 SPRINGS)
but I was just in time.....
The loaves were fragrant, and although
not so high and lofty, they would fit in nicely in the breadbox.
Just another of life's little accomplishments, still available!!!!
As far as 420 day I have nothing to contribute......