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.
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;
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