It's not unusual for me to see my husband make bread three to five times a week. He makes bread,
in the same manner as he grinds coffeebeans or takes out the trash. -Bread-making is a routine.
One can see that we are bread-eaters as much as rice-eaters.
A love story's being told in between bites of delicious homemade bread.
We have a large family, and often, throughout the day, we see at least one child munching on a slice of toast
or on a piece of bread for a snack. They sometimes top it off with their favorite spread of the day, but mostly
they just eat it plain. We consume a large quantity of bread in our household. One can see that we are bread-eaters
as much as rice-eaters.
It's not unusual for me to see my husband make bread three to five times a week. Sometimes, the smell of yeast- which I hate- wakes me up at an early morning hour. Sometimes, too, I will stay up with him as he makes the bread late in the evening. He just makes bread, in the same manner as he grinds coffeebeans or takes out the trash. -Bread-making is a routine.
I watch him put together all the necessary ingredients: yeast, sugar, water, salt, oil, and flour, and, occasionally,
some surprising element to make the bread even more special- it depends on each up-coming event- and I often wonder
what prompts him to make his own bread instead of buying. As he kneads the dough, what goes though his mind?
What is he thinking about while waiting for the dough to rise, and how does it feel when he sees his bread slowly
cook in the oven to its fullest, and the aroma that makes one salivate starts to seep out?
Ralph puts his bread on the rack to wait for it to cool down. The wonderful aroma makes our children pause their video games,
and they will all come into the kitchen. And everytime, one of them will ask, "Oo.. bread..ummm..it smells sooo good.
Can I have some now?" "Not yet," is the usual response from their father, "Unless you want to burn your tongue and not
taste anything for a week." All three* will linger around the kitchen, long enough until the bread cools down enough
for us to slice for each of them a piece.
"Why, honey," I asked my husband earlier today, as he put two loaves into the oven, "Why do you make bread?"
He gave me a quick reply, "Because it costs less than buying it, and it's good."
"Honey," I wrapped my arms around him. "Really, why do you make bread?" Being me, a person for whom a quick
answer isn't enough to satisfy her inquiring mind, I had to press.
"Because it gives me a sense of satisfaction, that I'm doing something good for the family, and the result
is right in front of me." He added, "It makes me happy knowing that I've provided for us something good."
I asked him further about kneading, "How does it feel, honey?"
"It feels nice and warm, a real comfort knowing that it will become a nice loaf of bread that everybody gets to enjoy."
Everyday there's bread at the table. Looking closely through a loaf of bread, there is much more than the typical ingredients that are put into it.
Umm.. I'm falling in love with my husband all over again.
*Our eldest son is away at college at the moment; otherwise, when we have a full house, it is four children and two parents.