I remember running around her house while she made homemade bread. She would try and teach us to mix the ingredients and knead the dough. She especially took pride in how nice and breadlike her loaves turned out. She was a nice lady, but she would beat me senseless if she saw my pathetic loaves of bread. I can already feel her wooden spoon of justice across my back.
To make up for it, here is Rock trying to convince his parents that he isn't tired and ready for bed.
Yeah, she beat you soo often. She would have been proud you tried to make bread. She would have just said "It will look great once it is buttered and eaten." Gpa DE
ReplyDeleteI will butter and eat it! I think it looks great!
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