When growing up, Saturday mornings were sometimes made extra special when my Grandma brought over freshly baked, homemade bread. She would load her white mini van up and make her way to all the grandchildren's houses (which were all within five miles of each other) to deliver the goods. Jelly, beets, onions, carrots, and potatoes were a few of the other items she would welcome herself into our house and drop off on our washing machine if we were out.
Giving love through food was something I learned from my grandma and my mom from as early as I can remember. Giving made them happy. In my future I hope to be able to make special memories through food for my family as well.
This afternoon I made a classic white bread for us to use for BLTs. It wasn't my grandma's recipe, but it did bring back a happy memory of my grandma from all the bread and caramel rolls she made us.
This upcoming weekend we are celebrating my grandma and grandpa's 60th wedding anniversary. Sixty years! My assignment is to bring the cake. I am looking forward to baking something special to honor them and to pay tribute to my grandma who instilled a love of baking in me from an early age.