Baking Fond Memories....
w/ My "Old Bessie" Bosch
My kids’ friends would faithfully arrive around 4 p.m., every Thursday (like clockwork). They loved the smell of hot steaming loaves (one particular recipe) sure to be coming from the oven just about then; I timed it that way.
I had ONE stipulation, they were forbidden to cut into any loaf for at least 30 minutes. Oh, you should have heard the GROANS. It was short-lived because they were rewarded with NEVER gummy slices, but the bread was warm.
There was a variety of kids, from grade school - high school parading through my kitchen; (funny how recalling so) makes me sort of tear up.
With honey butter, homemade jam, not to mention, with complaints, over who didn't get a "heel", all because my tender crusts had become so coveted.
I'd Just Smile...
Their friends would say, "TEACH MY mom, please!" The mom's (my friends) would recommend I open a bake shop. Now that'd be the day; at least not in this lifetime. I was was just happy to be "baking fond memories" for my own family!
So instead I'd just smile and perhaps would leave a loaf on THEIR doorstep, the following time I baked bread.
Universal Bosch Family...