One of these memories happened every week. My mom would get out the wheat grinder and start to grind wheat to begin the process of making bread. As a child I marveled at my mom’s ability to know just how much wheat to grind, the ingredients that were always stocked, and her willingness to spend the time making it for our family.
Truth be told, we hated how loud the wheat grinder was, and we would usually flee to another room to get away from the noise. When the wheat was finished being ground, we would come back to watch the magic start to happen. She would add the right amount and temperature of water, yeast, oil, wheat flour, salt, honey, and a few other ingredients. I wasn’t sure what they were but I knew they were part of making delicious bread. I loved watching her form the loaves, put them in the pans, and see them rise.
Next came the best part of making bread, the smell of freshly baked bread and eating it! We would eagerly wait for my mom to get the bread out of the oven, anticipating the taste of hot, fresh bread with butter and honey!