I sit here at my desk in the early morning of 6:30 A.M. The smell of fresh bread in the air, because either Dad or Mom creaked out of their bed at some ungodly hour to put ingredients in the bread machine, and then to form the dough into loaves when it was mixed, and […]
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Once upon a time there was a shy little Mennonite girl–well, actually she was twenty-four and not a little girl at all, but because she was young and shy and mostly innocent, she felt like a little girl; and maybe a part of her always will. Let me start again. Once upon a time there
A world happens in a week. At least in one of my weeks. In a week’s time, I might teach school; help with a garage sale; plan curriculum; help with cleaning jobs; wash the dishes; write lengthy emails; bake cookies; visit friends; attend church; dream about the future; take a sister out for supper; begin
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How we used to do it: My mom always bought our bread when I was young, usually white (the kind that has all the nutrients bleached out), the cheapest in the aisle. I felt sorry for the children who came to school with homemade bread sandwiches. Boughten bread, as we called it, was so much
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Or rather, don’t. Sliced and lying on a paper plate waiting to be deep fat fried, a pale squishy tan color with red dots here and there where the blood vessels were, I find them decidedly unappetizing. Jeffrey brought a couple of them home from North Star Bison on Sunday and sliced them up, grimacing.
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