One of my favorite of Auntie's foods was fresh baked bread. She let me cut the crust, or "heel" from the warm loaf and spread it with her home churned butter. What a delicious treat.
Mother know how to bake bread, but didn't have much time with her work on our dairy and chicken farm. So I learned how to bake bread from Auntie.
Some of those memories:
- the scent of yeast dissolving in warm scalded milk
- watching the yellow butter melt and float over the top of the milk
- the fun of kneading the spongy dough before shaping it into loaves
- checking to see if had risen in the pans enough to bake
- the smell of the bread as it baked in the woodstove oven
I have a photo of me, standing on the south porch of our farmhouse, holding a loaf of freshly made bread. Mother and I were so pleased I'd made it all on my own that she took photos, with her Brownie box camera.
I recently used that photo when I taught a class to young writers (ages 6-14) on writing stories about their lives. I wrote my memories about baking bread.
What are some of your favorite younger recipes? Are any connected with quiltmaking or cooking?
