I never make a loaf of bread without recalling a story a fellow told on one of the cooking lists I subscribe to.
When he was young and first in his own apartment, this fellow got to missing the fresh, home made bread his mother made when he was living at home. So he called his mother and she gave him step by step instructions for making a loaf of home made bread. He attempted to make the bread several times, and each time it was a flop.
Completely frustrated, he called his mother on the phone to discuss his experiences and ask where he was going wrong. He explained each ingredient he used and each step he took.
His mother listened patiently, and when he finished explaining, she said “Well son, it sounds like you did everything right. But let me ask you a question. Did you knead it? I mean really knead it?
He responded “Well, no, mom. But I really wanted it!”
Bernie and I both got a good chuckle out of that story, and it is rare that I make a loaf of bread without Bernie asking me “Now, did you really
Bee Free,
Penny
