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Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Bread Balls

Yumminess.
Twice a week, and sometimes more, the wonderful aroma of freshly-baked bread wafted through the Stringam home.
Magic.
It was followed, almost immediately, by the sight of children munching great slices of fresh yumminess, thickly spread with fresh butter.
Mmmmm.
I wasn't one of them.
Oh, I loved Mom's bread.
It was amazing.
And I definitely was munching.
But I chose a unique - ie. weird - way of doing it.
Often to be followed by my Mom saying, “Diane! I work hard to make perfectly good, soft bread! Why do you do that to it?!”
She said this because . . . I squished it.
Squished.
Into a tight little ball.
Which I - then - ate.
Really.
Mom would watch, in disgust, as I took my slice of freshly-baked awesomeness.
Quickly peeled off and ate the crust.
Pressed and molded the rest.
Then nibbled.
I have no idea why I did this.
Maybe it was because I had seen the screen cowboys eating little balls of bread out of their saddlebags.
Okay, it looked like little balls of bread.
I didn't realize that what they were eating was, in fact, biscuits.
I wasn't known for my powers of observation and deduction.
Ahem . . .
I no longer eat bread this way.
There are a couple of drawbacks.
The biggest one being that it's rather hard to spread any significant amount of peanut butter and/or nutella on a tightly pressed ball of dough.
And, let's face it, bread is just the medium by which such things are ingested.
And, in a choice between eating balls of dough or getting nutella to the mouth?
Even the cowboys would agree with me.

19 comments:

  1. You had me going for a minute there. I looked at the title of your post and couldn't help thinking "Bread has balls? I didn't even know bread was male."

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  2. I ate bread exactly like this my whole childhood. Nothing on it just squished into a firm ball to nibble on as you said. I had never known anyone else to do that! It just tasted better for some reason and it was like my body craved it. Maybe I was having a yeast infection hahahaha sorry couldn't resist that one!

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    1. Hahahaha! Maybe . . .
      P.S. So glad to know I'm in good company!

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  3. Mom used to squish her bread thin before eating it.

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  4. Hah - my daughter used to roll little pieces of bread into balls before eating it! You're not weird!

    But you're right about the pb/nutella. Gotta get the biggest surface area possible to spread that yummy-ness :)

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    1. I like your daughter!
      See? You get it . . .

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  5. I used to do the same, but only to store-bought white bread, which I have to say isn't good for much else. Your mum's homemade bread, though? Sacrilege!

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    1. My Mom would totally agree with you! Wait! I can hear Mom's voice now . . . Oh. It's you . . .

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  6. I have a friend that is still wont to do this. :-)

    Pearl

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    1. Your friend and I would get along well . . .
      It isn't Dolly Gee Squeakers, is it?

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  7. I also did this as a kid - and thought I was the only one! Maybe we should start a club....

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    1. Ooh! What could we call ourselves?! The Squishies? Hmm . . . I'll work on it . . .

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  8. When I went to overnight camp we had white bread that I ate like that. Until I read your post I completely forgot about doing it. Thanks for the memory

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    1. We all need someone to bring back those long hidden memories. That we probably hid for a reason . . .

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  9. my mum didn't bake our bread, but we did get fresh, still warm loaves from the baker who came around with his horse and cart, later a motorised van. I can still taste the thick slice of bread slathered with butter and jam that we sat on the front porch to eat after school. Modern bread just isn't the same.

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    1. Oh, you are so right! Husby calls store-bought bread 'dog bread'. Not sure why. It's a term his father came up with that has just continued . . .

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    2. I had a friend who called it "kleenex" because it was so thin and white and soft and bland ... She grew up with whole wheat bread at a time when most of us were eating the processed white stuff :)

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