What makes us happy? For Mom, one of the basic items that consistently leads to happiness is freshly baked bread. At some point she started requesting the good bakery loaves every time we went to the grocery store, and talking regularly about the bread that her mother used to bake. Her mother, my grandmother, baked fresh bread daily and memories of that are a fond part of Mom’s childhood. though my grandmother died when I was quite young, bread making is so linked to Grandma that the smell of yeast brings up a powerful memory of her even for me.
So after a month or two of buying lots of fresh bakery bread, and hunting in vain for a really great bakery, I logged on to Amazon one day and ordered us a bread maker. I was so excited, which entertained Mom.
Well, she was entertained right up to the point where I started pulling out steaming, fresh bread and then she just was happy. Eating my bread, which she uses my name to describe, is a daily highlight for her. It’s satisfying for me to have found such a simple way to tap into good feelings for her of being nurtured and cared for. We eat a lot of bread and butter together these days, just like she did as a child. And even for me who is being influenced as so many of us are by the notion that cutting down on gluten might be a good choice, I have to admit that fresh bread is rather amazingly delicious. Especially when eaten late at night with a happy Mom.