L Milton Hankins Poet Rhyme

Grandma's Homemade Bread

When Grandma baked her fresh warm bread
Enough for the neighborhood to be fed,
The kitchen was rich with the smell of yeast
And our mouths watered for the yummy feast
We tore off a piece from a scrumptious loaf 
With butter or jelly slathered, generally both,
Nothing ever was so delicious, I can tell you,
Time after time, Grandma scored her coup!

written March 5, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger March 6, 2022 at 11:52 PM Grandma bakes like no one will ever bake again! Part of the reason is, you get to BE with grandma! L Milton Hankins March 7, 2022 at 8:57 AM I think that's true. My grandma always let me participate in some way in what she was doing. She was so special in my life!

John Lawless March 5, 2022 at 2:43 PM hey, that was tactile awareness 101 when we were kids...mom would let us help her knead the bread and then sit quietly as we waited...and waited....and...smelled the growing aroma. Heavenly..... L Milton Hankins March 5, 2022 at 2:55 PM Indeed. I remember my grandma letting us help her churn. We soon learned it was a tedious chore,...but, as long as we were helping Grandma, it was tolerable.

Tom Cunningham March 5, 2022 at 11:24 AM No one bakes bread like Grandma, the smell of baking bread is to die for. Tom L Milton Hankins March 5, 2022 at 12:43 PM Oh yeah! I remember it well. I think it has been one of my favorite smells my whole life.