Smell of bread...

What is it about the smell of bread that makes me feel so good??

I am making a loaf of simple white bread in the bread machine... thanks Tia for the bread machine. =) It is almost done and the smell is simply wonderful.

Maybe it's because it takes me back to cold winter days when Dad would make stew & homemade rolls. To this day, if I smell bread or stew, I think of my dad. I can still see him in the kitchen, working away on the bread. He never did use a bread machine, he did everything from scratch & by hand. I remember asking him how much longer. When the bread was done, he would tear off the top, spread butter on it & let me enjoy.

Maybe it's because bread is such a great comfort food. Maybe it's because bread is a basic staple for human life. Or, it's all of the above.

Either way, I can't wait for the beep to let me know it's done. I will carefully pull the golden yumminess from the warm machine, plop it onto the cutting board, tear off the top, add a dolup of butter & enjoy! Of, course, I will think of my dad. Maybe I should give him a call...

If all works out well, I will making our bread from now on... =)

I hope that someday my kids wills smell freshly baking bread & think of me. Fond memories will tumble from their childhood and a smile will form on their faces.