“Don’t you just love their bread?”

Ironically, Cindy and I were just talking about how hungry we were this morning, when the two women came up behind us on Wacker Drive.

“I had a pretzel roll at dinner on Saturday – I know I shouldn’t have.” the other one said.

That made me even hungrier. It also made me think about growing up and how integral bread was in our lives.

Being from a family of 10 – bread was cheap and we ate a lot of it.

Such as:

Toasted bread with butter dipped into a piping hot cup of homemade cocoa during the winter months;

Sugar on white bread sandwiches;

Fried eggs and toast for dinner;

Tuna ala king over toast;

Toasted cheese sandwiches;

Cinnamon toast;

French toast;

White bread and bologna sandwiches;

Hot dogs with a piece of bread wrapped around it (there were no hot dog buns bought);

And at every dinner there were two constants –

Poppa starting off the saying of grace was one;

And our Momma sitting at one end of the table – being the butterer of the bread and passing it around;

You needed more bread and butter – you asked and Momma obliged and she still does.

I am the butterer in my family now – as a small group or with many guests – I butter and they pass.

Although in the watching of the weight program I am on – bread has a bad rap - a no-no, unless you assign points to it and at only 5 points a day – you can’t have much bread and still lose the weight.

But being one of my favorite comfort foods – I take the points and just power walk an extra mile.

cause it makes me smile