Thursday, December 22, 2011

Bushwhacked, Bread, and the Bosch.

Growing up my favorite food was toast. That's what I filled out on get to know you assignments in school, and what I told my friends when they asked me what my favorite food was. I am happy to report that my favorite food as of today is still toast. Toast toast toast!!! I also remember always loving my mothers homemade bread/toast (same thing). My mom was an amazing cook! I remember her always trying to patiently teach me how to cook and bake, sadly I didn't appreciate her talent as a youth and teenager. It makes me so sad thinking about how much I took her and her good food for granted. It's one of my biggest regrets, and I didn't realize I would grow to regret it until she was gone. The four year mark of her death is coming up this January. Because of my growing regret I decided that I would make some life goals. 1. Learn how to make bread 2. Learn how to enjoy cooking/baking 3. do anything and everything that would remind me of her. I made these goals in hopes that I would make her proud. Accomplishing these goals make me very happy and sad at the same time. Every time I do something she LOVED I can picture her smiling and being proud of me. Shortly after her death I started my freshman year at Snow College (One of the main reasons I choose this school is because of how much she always told me she loved it there) so it was the only place I wanted to apply, and the only placed I did. This is when my bread making attempts started. The first two years were complete failure. Honestly, my bread was bad. It would turn out as hard as a hockey puck. When I graduated from Snow, I transferred to USU (I also did this...because that's exactly what my mother did when she was my age) Maybe it was a silly way to make a decision...but It seemed to fill a small void in my heart for her. It was my first year at USU that my dad gave me my mothers exquisite Bosch (its the Cadillac of kitchen mixers) I remember asking every mother I came in contact with for advice and tips about bread baking. I also became interested in reading tips, and do's and don'ts of the bread making process. I finally started to slowly succeed. I don't think my bread making skills will ever be as good as my mothers, however I wish to become like her in so many ways. Hopefully someday I can be the kind loving wife, mother, and sister that she was. (Bushwhacked is in this blog title because that's how I look after making bread for 4 hours)

1 comment:

  1. I like this post. Except I dont agree with your usage of the word bushwhacked. You do not look bushwhacked after 4 hours of baking bread. Trust me...I've seen you bushwhacked (like every morning when you wake up; or when you fell down the stairs and your hair was wet and you had no makeup on and you were practically gagging; or after that hike behind the cabin when you were so upset because we were 2 steps ahead of you and you cried/screamed the whole way down. Those things made you look bushwhacked...not baking bread.

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