Today was a cold windy day and made me remember my mom and home baked bread. Mom very much avoided turning on the oven on warm summer days because it heated up the house too much. There was no air conditioning on the farm.
So when a cool day arrived, mom took the opportunity to get that oven fired up and made food and baked bread. Her home baked bread was amazing and one of my best memories of home. Funny though, when you have home baked bread every day, as a kid, you crave some plain old bought white Wonder bread…..
Today while I was inside watching the wind howl and feeling the chill in the air, I wished for just one more piece of her yummy bread spread with butter and homemade strawberry jam.