Bread

The weather outside was frightful, so I had to pull out a bread mix. There is something special about the aroma of baking bread. I think Big Guy was doing a little dance in the other room since he loves bread.

I do plan to get out of my box and make bread from scratch, but I have a strong memory of these bread mixes that brings a smile to my face. When my FIL was alive, we would look forward to Sunday afternoons. We played a round of golf, came back to the house for soup and bread, and ended the day outside with a fire, a cigar, and a Jameson Irish Whiskey.

The weather did not matter as I still remember taking lessons in January. My FIL loved it and would call weekly to make sure we had the date on our calendar. Big Guy and I still talk about those days with great fondness and joy!