Throughout the years, bread has been a substantial part of the dinner table. Maybe just a loaf of white, or a nice semolina with Italian food, or pumpernickel to slather with butter to go along with your salad.
Bread is holy in its way.
My dad worked seven days a week when he had his bakery, and said he figured God would forgive him for not going to church on Sundays, because he was making The Daily Bread.
I hve never made my own loaf of bread, odd as thta may seem. Now that my father is gone, I've lost my teacher, you might say.
Bread. So rich in carbohydrates, it's the bane of all the dieters. But how could you deny the body such sustanence, as rich as a piece of crusty and soft bread.
dad and me, 1981