"Almost as good as Nana's." That's what Monk said about my homemade bread. I was so proud of myself, too. I tried a new recipe and used the dough cycle on my family-size bread machine before transferring the bread to two loaf pans, letting it rise again, and then finally baking it. It even sliced nicely for sandwhiches. I just knew everyone was going to love my bread, and they did. Just not as much as Nana's.
When I protested to Monk, "ALMOST as good?" He tactfully replied, "Well, you know she's been at this forever and you've only been at it 3 or 4 days, Mom." Big D said the same thing, can you believe it? He said hers is more airy. Oh well, it's definitley progress. And I bet there are lots of people in the world who can't bake bread as well as Nana.
- I'm an on-the-run mom to 6 kids who studied and taught exercise science in a previous life. I love all things running, nutrition, and health-related. I usually run at zero dark thirty in the morning and am often quite hungry before, during, and after my run, but I live a rich, full, blessed life with my children, family, and friends. My faith in God is my anchor, and looking to Him and His promises allows me to live fully even when life circumstances are difficult. While running gives me an appetite, my desire is to hunger and thirst for righteousness more than for physical food.