Sniffles…

I moderate a shanty boar group over on Facebook. Got over 2,000 members. I’ve rejected, maybe, 1,000+ idiots who either wouldn’t answer the two simple questions I asked or who were extreme right wingers…Trumpers. SkaREW those folks! Let ’em start their own damned group!

Anyway, there has been a recent discussion about homemade bread baked in a solar oven. My comment was:

But I remember, as a child, the delightful aroma of the rolls my mother would be baking for that evening’s banquet catered by “Philbrick Caterers”

Baking bread. It’s one of those magical few seconds that happen when you catch that tiny whiff of baking bread; the wetness of freshly mowed grass; an ephemeral whisp of night-blooming jasmine leaving a tantalizing path beneath your nose; or that split second after the first few raindrops hit the pavement on a scorching summer day.

One of the things I remember my maternal grandmother baking we called Shredded Wheat Bread. Even I (that’s bold italic) have made it! No kneading needed (did ya see what I did there?)…It’s simple an the ingredients are easy to find.