Tradition

Last week, I made a comment on Shutter Sisters about my one word, cherish. I wrote that while cherish was my one word, there were other words that spoke to me, and in turn, these were words that I would cherish this year.

Strength

Beauty

Life

Love

Joy

Memories

The Present

Tradition

That day, I was cherishing tradition, and I shared a collage of Christmas with my grandpa, where he taught me how to make his famous (at least in our household!) bread.

This weekend, I decided it was time to bring this tradition into my home. I took his 8-page recipe, shrunk it down, and spent an evening making Grandpa's bread. The smell that filled my house as the loaves were baking was just heavenly. 

Unfortunately, I realized one of the reasons I don't make bread is because I'm a bread-aholic. I won't even tell you how long it took me to finish a loaf. (It was more than one day but less than two.)

I will have to post the recipe soon but I winged some of it, so I need to make the bread again and take better notes. And if I am going to continue to make this bread, I will have to give it away ASAP before my hips and thighs start turning into marshmallows.