tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post792145968811416498..comments2024-03-22T18:13:10.026-06:00Comments on On the Alberta/Montana Border: Fresh Bread and the House MouseDiane Stringam Tolleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-56561127009813400452013-04-08T19:36:12.087-06:002013-04-08T19:36:12.087-06:00You're dreaming . . . :)You're dreaming . . . :)Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-51508708881843571762013-04-08T10:18:05.261-06:002013-04-08T10:18:05.261-06:00Another codicil:
I vaguely remember, deep in the ...Another codicil:<br /><br />I vaguely remember, deep in the dark recesses of my fading mind, those glorious days when my Beloved would make home-made bread, just so that her crust-starved husby could enjoy the delectable smells and tastes of fresh bread and butter. Sometimes with a dab or two of honey. Ahh, the good old days. Long past. One wishes they would return . . . . but oohhh, so long ago . . . <br /><br />Anonymous Crust-loving Husby FigureAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-54961876897560072062013-04-07T13:19:45.564-06:002013-04-07T13:19:45.564-06:00We'd get along well!We'd get along well!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-72095580186136279112013-04-07T13:19:33.744-06:002013-04-07T13:19:33.744-06:00Definitely worth the wait!!!Definitely worth the wait!!!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-21064998228808171192013-04-07T13:19:19.229-06:002013-04-07T13:19:19.229-06:00There's just something about seeing that intac...There's just something about seeing that intact loaf - ready to be sliced as per the slicer's whim. Yumm!!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-46744942380718269102013-04-07T13:18:33.024-06:002013-04-07T13:18:33.024-06:00Nothing says, "I love you!" like fresh b...Nothing says, "I love you!" like fresh bread - with or without mom standing there!!!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-92212676387438223352013-04-07T10:34:32.043-06:002013-04-07T10:34:32.043-06:00What a wonderful ending! Still smiling here!
We a...What a wonderful ending! Still smiling here!<br /><br />We are crust people. The ends are coveted by all :)jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-51667993146956442872013-04-07T06:15:52.982-06:002013-04-07T06:15:52.982-06:00Well now you are a match made in bread heaven lol....Well now you are a match made in bread heaven lol. Wasn't that worth waiting a few years for?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-50393875903050135272013-04-07T05:29:52.295-06:002013-04-07T05:29:52.295-06:00I remember the crusts on either end being the best...I remember the crusts on either end being the best thing ever! But not the top sides or bottom, they had to stay on the slice. To be enjoyed after eating the middle of the slice and getting jam all over our cheeks in the process. <br />Them sliced bread became available and it was more convenient, sure, but never the same as a whole uncut loaf. Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-35590231959578949002013-04-06T22:31:20.142-06:002013-04-06T22:31:20.142-06:00I laughed when I got to the the ending of your sto...I laughed when I got to the the ending of your story.......because as you described your desire for the soft white center, I was saying outloud....."No! The crust is the best part!" HAh ha. ; )<br /><br />Boy this, story of your's, sure takes me back to after- school memories. My mom worked long hours as a nurse, but always managed to have fresh home made bread ready for us to find left under clean white T-towels on the counter when we would get home off the bus. The house was empty, but we always knew she was thinking of us. There was plenty of honey butter to spread on thick. Yum.<br /><br />Amazing how food can bring back the memories.Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17650386366226859611noreply@blogger.com