my childhood was pretty nice....fights with brothers and sisters....getting my earlobe flicked by dad if i wasnt paying attention in church.... having two acres of adventure calling me out to play....and a mom that could make meals that were fit for the luckiest lil boy alive......she would make white bread two or three times a week in the early days of my life.....store bought bread was expensive and a luxury not often acquired....to watch the bread rise up in her 2 & 1/2 gallon steel bowl was magic....punching down the dough for a second rise was a treat handed out to you if you were good....but what i most remember about my moms bread was the mornings she would make poached eggs dip them out of the boiling water...put salt pepper and butter on the eggs as they were still steaming and then would give you a hunk...not a slice...but a hunk of her white bread homemade toast..... dunking that white toast in a creamy egg yolk was heaven....this was and always has been my favorite breakfast.......lola yesterday made moms bread and the 1st day of 2015 my first meal took me back to when i was a lil boy.....i wish everyone could have that kind of love smothered on them
Posted on: Thu, 01 Jan 2015 17:07:15 +0000
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