Homemade With Love

Today was bread baking morning. I quit buying store bought bread and began making my own bread shortly after we got married. It just seemed to me that the store bread had lost its taste. And what may I ask you, is there not to love about freshly made bread? The feel of the dough while you are working with it. The wonderful smell of the house while it is baking and how pretty a loaf straight from the oven, nicely browned looks. And yes, the taste. There are few things in life that tastes better than a piece of freshly baked bread slathered with butter!

I have pondered often thru the years while making bread, just how much bread is really like life. Yes, you read that correctly, in my world at least bread and life are a lot alike. First you start with all the raw ingredients which on their own are not much, but you mix them with countless other things and the possibilities are endless. One tasty delicacy after another. Then once you mix the yeast, salt, shortening, sugar, water and last but not least, the flour together and at first you have one big, sticky mess. But you keep working with it adding a bit more flour along the way and eventually you get a perfectly formed ball with just the right consistency. Then you put the ball of dough in a nice warm place, cover it with a tea towel and before you know it, it has doubled in size. But then you make a fist and punch it down, knead it a bit more, shape it into a loaf, put it in a loaf pan and place it back in warm place where it once again will double in size. Next you turn on the oven to a moderate 350 degree temperature where the bread bakes until it is just the right shade of golden brown and it sounds hollow when you tap lightly on top. Time to take it out of the oven to let it cool. The bread is always best when it is served warm, but at this stage it requires a delicate touch while slicing or else the whole loaf will be mashed into a most undesirable, unrepairable ball of dough. The next couple of days the loaf is easier to slice and still tastes relatively good, but then as the week goes on it begins to dry out a bit and you start to think it would be best used toasted. Finally by weeks end, where you find yourself at the butt piece that is stale and dried out, you decide better to just toss it and start from scratch.

Now after reading this, stop and think about it for a minute. Does any of what I just described sound like life? LOL.

Until we meet here again, I pray God bless you and keep your family safe.