Baking Bread
I know-it’s July and who in their right mind bakes bread in July. Well, who in their right mind ever said I was in MY right mind! But if you could smell it baking, you would forget any criticism that you have of me and beg, BEG for a piece slathered with real butter and then you would coyly ask if I still had some of that strawberry jam that I made a couple of months ago, and then you’d pout when I said I didn’t cause Austin and Ryan gobbled it down, so you’d “settle” for the triple berry that I do have, and you’d be in heaven.
Especially if you were Farmer Paul.


