“Kneading” Some Bread March 3, 2008
Posted by Emily in : Daily Life, Family, Friends, Saba , trackbackIn my previous life, I was not known for cooking. (My friends liked me for other reasons . . . like my ability to spout out mindless celebrity facts, and other unimportant things.) In fact, I was known to NOT COOK. I sometimes have a hard time following directions because you have to PAY ATTENTION TO ALL THOSE WORDS to get the recipe right. I mean, who has time to be bossed around by a book? Now, those days are long gone since moving to Saba. I literally had no choice but to learn how to cook out of desire for home cooked food and out of shear boredom. (What else was I going to do with my time?)
Here’s the deal, I HATE to get my hands dirty. I know HATE is a strong word, but this is exactly how I feel about sticky, dirty, wet nastiness in between my fingers. YUCK. Making bread is obviously a stretch since you HAVE TO KNEAD THE BREAD to make it turn out right. Unfortunately, the process of KNEADING makes a mess on your counter and your hands. I had to close my eyes and pretend I was in a “happy place” as I kneaded this bread, purposefully making a “MESS” on my counter.
The end result was worth it though. I have such fond memories of my mom making 10 loaves of bread every day (this is not a joke). The warm bread smell would inevitably make its way to my nose all the way around the corner to my friend Katie’s house and we would all (meaning the entire neighborhood) show up just in time to eat HOT, STRAIGHT OUT OF THE OVEN HOMEMADE BREAD. Yes, my friends were all jealous that their mom’s didn’t slave away ALL DAY to make them this delicious treat.
So, this is proof for my family (who seriously won’t believe I know how to operate a mixer). It is true, you can teach an old dog new tricks.
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Yum that looks good! Way to go. I’m like you, full of mindless information. Hey, perhaps there is hope for me yet!!
I’m glad you like to type because I sure love to read your blog! I too have very fond memories of your mom’s freshly baked bread. Funny, I was just thinking about it the other day. Your right, we were all jealous! Hannah is getting so big. She is adorable and she talks much more than Abigail. I guess with the third all she has to do is point and grunt and she gets whatever she wants.
Pam! Come visit me and I will make you some “warm-straight-out-of-the-oven-homemade-bread!”
When you move back to the states I will!! There is no way I’m getting a plane for 12 hours (or however long it takes) with a 21 month old! She barely makes the 2 hour drive to San Diego. I’ll go hit your mom up for some the next time I’m there. That bread is the only thing that is stored in a big black trash bag (new, of course) that I would ever eat!