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Bread
Relax and Bake a Loaf
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As I look back on my life, I think about how my expectations never really ever matched exactly what happened. I am drawn to baking bread. I like bread. My doctor has told me I can’t have bread anymore. I don’t eat as much bread as I used to, but I will still have some occasionally. The first bread I ever made was when I was in high school. I had access to some cookbooks courtesy of my mother and the families I babysat for.
First, yeast was a mystery to me. My mother never made bread, so I didn’t have her to teach me. She just left me alone in the kitchen, and I did my thing. It made me cringe when my efforts never seemed to result in anything remotely edible. Hence, nobody in my family was ever excited to know I was in the kitchen doing something. There were not many attempts, though I did continue to read recipes, hoping that someday I might make some bread. I mean, the pioneers did it. Why couldn’t I?
So, time passed, and I married, and because of that, a fresh victim came into my life whom I could try my culinary efforts on. My husband has always been supportive of my efforts with cooking and baking, and was and has been an infinitely better audience than my family ever was. I came to the realization that it was okay to admit defeat and throw away an entire dinner because I…
