one of my fondest baking memories…
i wish i had pictures. i have dreamy pictures in my head, fluffy homemade white bread. the smell of yeast. warm & drenched in butter & jelly.
i was probably 9 or 10 & we lived in katy when you could see for miles. i remember the pictures of our house standing alone in a field. now those fields are covered with concrete & buildings.
my dad was out of work, he had been out of work for 2 years & would be for another 2 years. my dad painted houses & cut wood for jewelry that my mom created. we all helped paint.
remember country duck? that’s what i call it. anyways, i remember painting the base coat of the wooden necklaces & my mom would paint the details. i would cut lots of ribbon to string beads for necklaces too. i enjoyed being creative & help my parents out, but i really loved baking.
i would make fresh loaves of white & wheat bread & deliver ’em to church on sunday morning. i had a basket full & sold them all. i remember filling the tops of the washing machine & dryer with pans of bread & covered with a white cloth to proof. i’d close both doors to the laundry room & create a hot box. it was the best.
little did i know this was just the begin of the journey God had us on…
my hope is to pull these memories from the past & tell my story.
bless,
tara, the pie queen