DAILY ADDICTIONS PROMPT: BREAD
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Some people have stories
about watching their Grandmothers or Great Grandmothers
baking fresh bread in their kitchens.
The sun was always streaming through the windows on those bread baking days
as Grandma told her stories about her Mother baking bread
once upon a time and long ago
and magically you could still smell Spring flowers in her warm Fall kitchen
as she melodically told her story
and you clung to each word.
Sweet memories
always warm and tasty as we share them
exactly like the bread Grandma used to bake.
My Grandma
didn’t bake bread and she didn’t tell sweet kitchen stories
from long ago.
My Grandmother
used to tell me ghost stories
that she kept warm on her baker’s rack
we shared them
hungrily, ravenously
between us when the world was dead asleep.
Her stories still come alive for me
and
they magically fill the air
falling around me like crispy autumn leaves
when I am in my kitchen
and the world is dead asleep
and winter is setting in.
Those are the best stories…your grandma must have been a wonderful grandmother…loved the post and take good care. all the best
Both of my Grandmothers and my Nan were very colorful women! Thank you so much for reading- I hope you are doing well.
You are very welcome! Always a pleasure! Doing great, thank you, and all the best to you!
My family is big on the Christmas Eve Ghost story tradition, though it seemed to be something that happened as opposed to planned.
Never baked bread- I don’t have the patience for it, but I do love to bake during the winter months.
Scary ghost stories on Christmas Eve are a long time tradition.
I thought you were going to note that you bake bread too.