Since it's just the two of us, we usually buy frozen bread dough so that we can make small loaves versus cutting a large loaf in half, double-bagging it and freezing it. It's more economical for us and there are very few things quite as good as a warm piece of bread with a little peanut butter on it. {Mmm!} My mom used the same frozen bread dough and every time I smell it baking in the oven it brings back a flood of childhood memories.
Owning a home business sometimes delays you from tending to your household duties. After a long day in the office, I walked into the kitchen to find a balloon of bread. It should have been in the oven 2 or 3 hours before. I hate to throw out food and it would still taste good...the challenge would be slicing it!
I baked the bulbous loaf and had a very difficult time removing it from the pan. Needless to say, I knew it would deflate and headed to bed. I would deal with the shrunken bread in the morning. {Ugh!}
The next morning I headed downstairs to work on some orders before the sun rose. I had forgotten completely about the bread until I saw this...
{Can you hear the whistle when he speaks?}
J had turned the sad little loaf into a one-toothed-wonder! He made my day and, once again, filled our home with laughter!
I ran across this picture a couple of months ago and it's now the wallpaper on my computer screen. Hope you find a little laughter every day!
I love warm bread!
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