~for daily bread/for those whose bellies are not~
I just pulled a loaf of homemade bread out of the oven and after buttering it, I stood back to take a look at my creation. It looked good to me with a golden crust and even though perhaps it wouldn't have brought home any blue ribbons from the Reno County Fair, for a girl who never took home economics in high school it wasn't all that bad. One of the amazing miracles that has come forth during this time of Covid 19 is that I finally at long last learned how to make bread. At first it wasn't because I just had this burning desire to mix up dough and watch it rise. No, it was because one day Mike and I walked into the grocery store and the entire bread section had been wiped out by panicked shoppers who feared there wouldn't be enough bread to go around for all who wanted it. Nothing at all remained that day to purchase from the north side of Aisle 18. I decided then that it was time to take matters into my own hands, literally. And so I did. I learned to mak...