I remember many, many, many etc etc years ago when I was a wee child there were certain days of the week to do certain chores. There were laundry days, bread making days, sewing days, days for me to dust the mop boards (as we called them) to get my allowance of a nickel, etc. Every chore had a day. There were even embroidered kitchen towels for every day of the week. Can you imagine it? A new clean kitchen towel every day?!

Now, days are all mixed up. You do things when you can’t stand to look at them anymore. I do laundry when we run out of clothes, I do the dusting when I think someone may come over, sewing, just rarely happens at all, and bread making days?…..well, yes! I just discovered bread-making days. Since the rediscovery (3 days ago) of my bread-making machine hidden away for 7 years, I’ve made every day a bread-making day.

I read an email from Marnie Mead Oberle (GoErie.com) called, Make It Erie. In it she mentioned making bread. Well, I gave up most bread as part of a diet. I gave up baking all those wonderful things I used to bake years ago, because…..diet. I’ve decided it isn’t worth the couple of pounds difference it makes if it made any difference at all. I want to make bread. The prayer, “Give us this day our daily bread” came to mind. My brain flickered into gear and I remembered, hey, I have a bread machine somewhere. But where? I looked all over the basement because I kind of remembered it being wrapped in a white plastic bag during one of our moves. I couldn’t find it and thought maybe I got rid of it. Then I remembered the shelves I can’t see in the pantry. I got the ladder out and climbed up. There it was, covered in dust. No instruction booklet.

Oh, no. I have no idea how to operate it. I dug through my file cabinets trying to find the instructions. I wanted to make bread so bad I ended up digging through files and boxes in the attic. 2 hours after the initial search, I held the bread machine’s instruction in my sweaty, dirty hands.

I bought the ingredients, followed instructions to make my sweet bread and a few hours later I was slicing up a delicious loaf of cranberry-walnut sweet bread. Yesterday, I made another loaf but added extra cranberries and raisins. The only thing I have eaten for 2 days is my bread. It’s so good. Today I think I need to add some chicken to my diet. Woman can not live on bread alone.