“All sorrows are less with bread. ” ―
Have you ever had bread so tasty the memory of it has stuck with you for decades? Well I have.
The bread was baked frequently by my housemate during a two year period in which a turning point in my college days occurred. I and my housemates came face to face with a deep understanding of how life can change drastically and irrevocably in just one instant.
Whenever our friend baked, I and our housemates gathered and shared the bread always wanting “first dibs” on the crusty ends! Perhaps the act of gathering was more important than the taste of the bread because discussions often lead to recounting the life changing event which I included in my memoir Gift of a Lifetime: Finding Fulfilling Things in the Unexpected.
I recently acquired the recipe for the bread from my friend. Privileged to have it, I am, because it is a “family heirloom” recipe passed down from my friends’ mother. Will it be as good as I remember? Or was the feeding of our spirits together the real substance of my memories? We shall see.
Anyone want to take a stab at what kind of bread she made? Leave a comment to this blog post if you can identify this hearty New England bread.