Bread

Yesterday I made bread. Real bread, by hand, no bread machine involved. I used to make bread for my family all the time, but haven't done the real "get in and knead it yourself" kind for 15-18 years, I guess. It's amazing how therapuetic it is to knead bread dough. Your mind is free to wander where it will as you push and pull and pound and turn and feel the dough becoming more and more elastic under your hands. It is work - I could feel it in my arms and shoulders when I was done - but it does feel good. And the results of your labors? Yummy! And let's not forget nourishment for your family. I made the whole wheat/cracked wheat/multi-grain kind. One slice fills you up and does great things for your insides. :-)

More thoughts about bread?
Bread is the staff of life
By the sweat of thy face thou shalt eat thy bread
Cast your bread upon the waters
Jesus said, "I am the bread of life."

Shall we try again?

My blogging children have inspired me, and I shall try this again. Thank you Jack, Jess, Judy, and Leah....