Wednesday, November 26, 2008

The Gift of Bread

If I wanted to choose a scent that was the most pleasant, nostalgic scent in my life, it would have to be the making of Swedish Limpa bread. Molasses, orange, fennel, yeast... It is a tradition. And it is delicious. The ultimate comfort food.
Some of you will be appropriately appalled at the holey-kneed jeans resting on the counter, covered in flour. Yes, I will spend the rest of the afternoon cleaning up the kitchen. No, I wouldn't change a thing.

Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.

Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone?...If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him! So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you...
Matthew 7:7-12 (excerpts)


Shell in your Pocket said...

OH..that looks very fun to have your kids help!
-sandy toes

Siân said...

I enjoy reading your blog and just wanted to wish you a happy thanksgiving!

Anonymous said...

Yes, it is absolutely terrible that you let your children help you with bread . . . after all, Heaven forbid your sons should learn to bake! ;)

My kids make a horrendous mess in the kitchen every couple of days as we mix bread, cookies or even salads. It is SO much more fun with them helping and so worth the mess!