Homemade Bread
Mother kneaded the dough ball, rolled it into a snake, folded it over three times, worked it into a ball once more, and kneaded it again. This I knew—homemade bread that provided sustenance for our table was labor-intensive. A plethora of scents filled Mother’s kitchen. The woodsy odor of yeast tingled my senses as she measured a precisely leveled teaspoon into the center of the flour, then added the beachy aroma of salt, which she set aside. Apparently, yeast … Continue reading →




