Jun 6 2012 in Elly's Granddaughter by EllysGdaughter
I got the heads-up yesterday but many times she doesn’t feel up to it so I wasn’t sure it would really happen. Elly likes to make oatmeal bread, a recipe that I shared with her one time and now it is her standard. She regularly forgets the oatmeal.
Today she was glad that I reminded her. Elly’s small loaves serve a specific purpose. She makes buttered toast every single morning, at least four pieces even though only two pieces are eaten each day, one by her and one by Awesome Hubby. The other two wait their turn for a second debut the next morning and this goes on day after day.
These small loaves don’t make very nice sandwiches, or at least ones that I can appreciate. Elly cuts the slices pretty thick and then when you put two together with the filling, it’s just too bready. I know, some of you are saying, “But, it’s homemade bread! Why complain!” Well, I grew up on homemade bread and I can’t eat that much bread with my filling.
Every once in a while, I will make bread, a regular size loaf but when I did this the first time, Elly asked me a question, “Is there a problem with you living here?” I had to think really quickly about what that meant–nothing came to me. I responded, “No, why do you ask?” I was sitting down.
Well, it was all about why “I” had made the bread and didn’t accept her bread. I then explained that she made little loaves like she always does for herself. She denied that they were small so I pointed out that Awesome Hubby asked me to make “bigger” bread. This was insight into how we are living with Elly.
We are guests and she is always providing for us. I have only made bread one other time since then. I buy bread at the store now and keep it out in the outside refrigerator so it’s not intrusive.
Another funny thing about bread, every kind of bread can get toasted (or microwaved to death) in the morning – cornbread, hamburger buns, etc. One night we had some wonderful french bread with garlic cloves in it with our dinner. The next morning, I watched Elly toast the bread with the garlic. The following morning, the bread was toasted again, but without the garlic, just the holes where she had taken them out and thrown away. AH and I just had to giggle!