|Walnut Golden Raisin Bread|
|Nothing like fresh baked bread to warm the heart.|
Her cinnamon rolls where amazing also. They were sweet, dripping in butter and topped with an amazing maple frosting.
On bread days she would often take a loaf of dough and chop in into pieces and roll it out on a flat surface. Once it was rolled out she would place it in a hot cast iron skillet filled with Crisco and fry it to perfection. We would call it "Scones" and top it with butter, honey, or fresh bottle jam that we always had in abundance.
She made her bread in a large stainless steel bread bowl that made about 16 lbs. of dough. The real treat was that first loaf of bread out of the oven. Cut into large chunks and of course topped with lots of butter and jam. It was the most wonderful food ever back then and still is to me the best taste in the entire world.
This month is my mothers birthday, she would be 76 years old. I miss her, but every time I bake bread I think of this amazing person that not knowing what she was doing instilled in me the love of home made bread. I am sure as a young mother her thought was not the impact her bread making was going to have on her son. I am certain that she was only trying to feed a hungry family and bread making was just one more chore on her list of things that needed to be done. Isn't that how life is. We really never know the impact the daily chores or rituals will have, taking no thought of how often our actions today will effect our families, children, or friends is years to come.
That is the power of food. It has the power to change our lives in ways we do not even understand. It can unite, bring together, and form lasting memories that remain long after we have eaten the food.
I am so grateful for the memories of my mother baking bread for her hungry boys. Thanks mom, your influence has literally blesses hundreds of lives and you thought you were only baking bread.
|My Mom when I was a boy growing up.|