Wednesday, September 3, 2008
I make my own bread. This is something my sister-in-law taught me to do. I am so grateful. It is by far the most profound, relevant, and needed gift she has ever given me. But it was also a gift to my children. Beyond the obvious benefit of warm, fresh bread in their bellies -- they love helping out in the kitchen. So at least once a week, if not twice, I find myself standing next to one or both of my boys and we're elbows deep in flour.
When we're measuring the ingredients we're talking about math concepts. When we're kneading the dough we just talk to each other about things we like. When we're waiting for the bread to rise we play together. When we're waiting for the bread to bake we talk about all the yummy things we'd use to make a sandwich. In general, bread day is a happy day.