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Few things are as precious as learning to cook from a loved one. My 89 year old grandmother stayed with me for a couple of months last year, (my love of cooking surely came from her and the years spent in her kitchen), she taught me how to make and can "French Kraut", a sweet cabbage, pepper onion in a vinegar sauce, one of the best moments in my life. Wonderful post FRiend.
"Bread making a rite of passage"
I still remember the first time I poured the white bread packet into the bread maker and pushed the button to make it run. I will treasure that memory always.
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As the poster of this article, what is your take SJackson?
Homemade bread ... dee-licious!
Bout ready to get together and get some bread baking?
I think you'll enjoy this. I had the same conversation with my Mom while learning to make bread. (I never did get the hang of it. That's why they make bread machines.)
It was my Grandmother who made the bread. After I was out on my own I bought a large cutting board table and took a bread making class. Pretty soon I had Challah, Rye, Sourdough, Whole Wheat, and Regular White Bread. Yum.
There was nothing better to come home to on a cold winter day than Mom's home made bread, fresh churned butter, and piping hot stewed tomatoes. If I close my eyes, I can almost taste it. Yum! It even smelled wonderful. We'd dive on it and devour every bite, while she stood in the corner, smiling at the seven of us. I think she enjoyed it as much as we did.
The first project My family undertook nearly eight years ago, when we got our first mighty 486 computer, was to produce a family cookbook.
My mother and my mother-in-law both had personal cookbooks that included hadwritten recipes and clippings. We scanned the handwritten ones and typed in the clippings. We printed out the results, one recipe per page, put them in clear plastic sleeves, and made books for ourselves, our children and our siblings.
Great story...my mom always made homemade bread, coffee cakes and such...I always loved the smell of the bread, while rising...the smell of yeast was all over the house, and we knew something yummy was coming...
When my boys were growing up, during the winter months, Sunday, was always homemade bread, and homemade soup day...I made lots of different sorts of bread all day long, and had a big pot of one sort or another of homemade soup going on the stove...
That sure brings back lots of wonderful memories...
My 9 year old learned to bake bread this past winter. She makes wonderful bread though I usually help knead. We make four loaves at a time and the dough is too much for her to handle for the 20 minutes of kneading my recipe calls for. I usually do the initial kneading and when the ball is contained I let her finish.
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Thanks for posting, it sure brings back memories.
My grandmother taught me to make bread, my mother made great biscuits, but never caught the hang of making bread. I did, though, and taught my daughter and DIL.
Over last Christmas, the grandkids and I made bread together, then braided the dough after the first rising, made it into a wreath, let it rise again, and baked it into a huge brown round loaf...at Christmas supper they could hardly wait to break the hot loaf, and dip it in melted garlic butter...
The smell of nearly finished bread in the oven--one of the best things about being alive...