Happy Hump Day Speakies:
I hope to find you all in a cheerful “Hump Day” mood that means the weekend is only a few days away. I forgot to mention those Eagles of mine yesterday, what a victory over those Skins. I only caught the scores as I was watching a food channel show on turkeys instead, dumb me.
Speaking of food today we honor bread, it is “HOMEMADE BREAD DAY.” The smell of bread baking in the oven, the excitement of it coming out of the oven and the joy of cutting a piece and tasting the moist warm texture melting in your mouth. That is good eating beyond a doubt. Being of Polish decent my granny and mother made a lot of homemade bread, granny made bobka’s and old mom made raisin and plain bread and I can still taste them both with butter and a cup of coffee in the morning. Roe has one of those bread making machines and has cranked out some delicious bread herself but with only the two of us home it does not pay to make that much bread, but she does surprise me once in awhile with a tasty loaf.
Polish people do a lot of bread baking over the Easter and Christmas holidays along with making a variety of cookies. Granny made Chrusciki but not the thin type; hers were fat, soft and covered in powder sugar. Mom made cookies over Christmas filled with apricots, prunes and nuts those cookies were flaky and soft crusted. She would bring them over in a green plastic bowl and cover and those boys of mine would dig right in, so did Roe and I. Talk about food and it just brings back memories of fun times and happy thoughts.
So with those memories of mine bake some bread tonight and have a cup of coffee or tea to go along with it. Most of all have a great day and evening.
I hope to find you all in a cheerful “Hump Day” mood that means the weekend is only a few days away. I forgot to mention those Eagles of mine yesterday, what a victory over those Skins. I only caught the scores as I was watching a food channel show on turkeys instead, dumb me.
Speaking of food today we honor bread, it is “HOMEMADE BREAD DAY.” The smell of bread baking in the oven, the excitement of it coming out of the oven and the joy of cutting a piece and tasting the moist warm texture melting in your mouth. That is good eating beyond a doubt. Being of Polish decent my granny and mother made a lot of homemade bread, granny made bobka’s and old mom made raisin and plain bread and I can still taste them both with butter and a cup of coffee in the morning. Roe has one of those bread making machines and has cranked out some delicious bread herself but with only the two of us home it does not pay to make that much bread, but she does surprise me once in awhile with a tasty loaf.
Polish people do a lot of bread baking over the Easter and Christmas holidays along with making a variety of cookies. Granny made Chrusciki but not the thin type; hers were fat, soft and covered in powder sugar. Mom made cookies over Christmas filled with apricots, prunes and nuts those cookies were flaky and soft crusted. She would bring them over in a green plastic bowl and cover and those boys of mine would dig right in, so did Roe and I. Talk about food and it just brings back memories of fun times and happy thoughts.
So with those memories of mine bake some bread tonight and have a cup of coffee or tea to go along with it. Most of all have a great day and evening.
3 comments:
Warm and comforting things. Not only the smell, but the warm bag of nuts on a cold day. Making sure that your transfer was safely tucked away from where "fidgeting" might cause it to blow off. Tucking some of that still warm bag in your pocket and then trying to switch it to warm the other hand. Is the bus ever on time in cold weather? Check that trusty Timex. Peanuts for me then but now is, every evening a small sundae with a sprinkle of walnuts.
Warm bread (and how would you ever tell that the weather is cool and windy up here?)racing home from Eagle on Saturday with the corn rye so it doesn't cool or walking into the house to smell the butter cookies and the kind with apricot, lekvar and chopped nuts. I wonder if The Lekvar store is still on South Broad?
Trenton memory, off the wall of course, the nuts reminded me of the pastel color codes for transfers and that brought to mind the sad thought of those fellows (there were a couple of them), who lost legs and would scoot around on those little platforms with wheels. No gloves and they just pushed themselves around. I guess I was wondering if their hands got cold or something.
Ah, we have our problems but all the more reason to give thanks indeed. Tonight we are "fat" with nuts but short on ice cream!
I forget what a good babka would taste like? One with a "crummy" top with raisins comes to mind. This week I will try the Polish stores in search of a good chrusciki, to date I have not found one and had given up. Halo Farms had them and occasionally they were, better than none? But Halo does have a good and cheap FRUITCAKE this time of year and yep, loaded with nuts and more nuts and when you wonder who eats fruit cake? Me, with a trace of butter smeared across it. Sins of the holiday season?
Skip
This is one fat kid who could run when it came to getting the rye home. If the light was red at "Security" it was a sharp left and j-run at Kowalski and then through Winowicz parking lot. With just a spring and no hook I didn't have to pause for our rickety gate.
Joe, just the weather and your mention of the bread make it seem like yesterday. And for a moment it is ... thanks.
Warm and comforting things. Not only the smell, but the warm bag of nuts on a cold day. Transfer is safe; "fidgeting" might cause it to blow off. The warm bag is in your pocket and then switch to warm the other hand. Peanuts for me then but now is every evening a small sundae with a sprinkle of walnuts.
Warm bread; racing home from Eagle on Saturday with the corn rye or walking into the house to smell the butter cookies and the kind with apricot, lekvar and chopped nuts.
Trenton memory, off the wall of course, the nuts reminded me of the pastel color codes for transfers and that brought to mind the sad thought of those fellows (there were a couple of them), who lost legs and would scoot around on those little platforms with wheels. No gloves and they just pushed themselves around. I guess I was wondering if their hands got cold or something.
Ah, we have our problems but all the more reason to give thanks indeed. Tonight we are "fat" with nuts but short on ice cream!
I forget what a good babka would taste like? One with a "crummy" top with raisins comes to mind. This week I will try the Polish stores in search of a good chrusciki, to date I have not found one and had given up. Halo Farms had them and occasionally they were, better than none? But Halo does have a good and cheap FRUITCAKE this time of year and yep, loaded with nuts and more nuts and when you wonder who eats fruit cake? Me, with a trace of butter smeared across it. Sins of the holiday season?
Skip
Skip: I remember that guy on the board moving around with no legs scooting around. Last time I saw that was in that movie with Eddie Murphy "Trading Places." Eagle Bakery for the rye bread a top choice. I use to like fresh rye with butter and coffee and for lunch rye with bologna and mustard and of course a Polish Dill. Glad to bring the memories Skip.
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