By Kitty DischerAge 19
Making bread is, I have found, not something to be afraid of after all. What used to terrify me exceedingly and what once seemed an impossible task has become a pleasure. After many, many, many failed loaves, I have learned to enjoy the process, giving me time to think and unwind. There is something very relaxing about slowly and calmly mixing the ingredients in, watching them swirl together, forming a unique aroma. I envision steaming loaves of bread sitting on the counter with softened butter near at hand and a pinch of salt ready to sink gently into the particles.
I take pleasure in making bread for the above reasons. It also gives me a feeling of satisfaction to know that the bread on my father and brother’s plates at dinnertime was made by my two hands and is a healthful part of their meal. It gives my father joy to know his daughters enjoy being maidens at home, helping our mother to care for our family, and furthering his vision for us. The pleasure that it gives my father and brother is the primary motivation for my interest and delight in making homemade bread.
I take pleasure in making bread for the above reasons. It also gives me a feeling of satisfaction to know that the bread on my father and brother’s plates at dinnertime was made by my two hands and is a healthful part of their meal. It gives my father joy to know his daughters enjoy being maidens at home, helping our mother to care for our family, and furthering his vision for us. The pleasure that it gives my father and brother is the primary motivation for my interest and delight in making homemade bread.
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