baking bread

Can you believe that F has baked bread every weekend since Mother’s Day? If you’re in the market, by the way, I would highly recommend a spouse who wants to bake bread every weekend. If, say, you find someone and they’re on a no-carb diet? I would strongly steer you towards therapy, separation, even divorce. Definitely the silent treatment.

This weekend, F baked a couple of old-fashioned white loaves and Otis insisted on helping out. F showed him how to knead his own piece of dough, though he mostly just pinched at it – though in his own immortal words, with accompanying hand gestures, “I punched it! I pinched it! I punched it!” Finally, F shaped it into a tiny little loaf and baked it for him. He was quite pleased with himself.

I personally believe that there is no better way to treat a fresh baked loaf of bread than to cut off a thick slice and slather it with peanut butter and really good honey, and Otis has come to believe the same. It’s become a ritual in our house to usher in the day after bread baking day with our own thick slices, and this past weekend, Otis had the pleasure of eating 4 tiny slices from his miniature loaf of bread, 2 with peanut butter and honey, 2 with peanut butter and jelly. He giggled with pleasure and really, who can blame him?