There’s something about homemade bread that is unreplicable. The hearty aroma is almost heady, even transformative, taking us to places and times of comfort, coziness, and love.
Liz Edmunds, known as “The Food Nanny” (and one of my mentors when I began the process of starting a blog), once told a story of how freshly-baked bread actually saved her grandmother and turned another life around. She told this true tale on an episode of her BYU-TV show “The Food Nanny,” which you can watch here (beginning at 21:15). I’ll retell the story below.
Her grandmother ran the post office in a tiny rural southern Utah town, and her home was adjacent to the post office. One afternoon a scraggly-looking young man came to the office but left without conducting any business. Later that day when her grandmother was home baking bread and making chili sauce, there was a knock at the door. Out of habit she yelled, “Come in!” and in walked that same young man.