My bread dough rises like the sun
Try breaking CAKE together on your knees!
Okay, do you swoon over the aroma of freshly . . . cake? Not me! Getting a little light headed right now because there is a loaf in my oven!
Ever sit around the camp fire singing “I am the cake of life? Leavened or not, I am a happy girl!
Oops! Time to kneed my dough!
break and share . . .
I love bread! Oh, not the squishy stuff in an isle in the grocery, sold in colorful plastic bags with a long list of chemicals contained inside. No, I love bread! The stuff made from flour, water, leavening, and other chosen ingredients. The stuff many hands had a role in planting the wheat, mixing the ingredients with bare hands, pressing, and pounding the dough. Waiting, rising, pressing on. Messy, time-consuming, requires patience and focus. Ah, and when it’s baking the whole house smells of love!
Love? Yes love. You see, it’s pretty basic stuff. It’s been around for thousands of years. It isn’t glamorous. There isn’t any big award show with celebrities in gowns for best bread maker. I can’t think of any cooking show for how to make it. I can’t recall a single infomercial promising you’ll swoon over their bread and for only 6 easy payments of 29.99. But bread = life. It’s basic. We need it. It’s life-giving. There are now many easy ways to provide it without taking from our day and without getting our hands dirty and likely few would complain, but when someone takes the time and effort to meet my basic needs in a better way, it means they love me. They love me so much that it doesn’t matter to them if bells ring or alarms sound, nor even if I actually stop and notice their efforts. Just caring for me in that special way is all they seek to do. They are not reciprocating. They are loving me. They are being Jesus to me. It’s what He did.
Jesus broke bread and served the twelve. He was and is the broken bread . . . His life sold by one of His friends. He fed them and us out of His great love. It wasn’t payback. We didn’t deserve it. Everyday of my life in more ways then I can count and far more ways then I notice, He provides me with the bread I need to go on. I take it. I eat it. All too often, I don’t think about it anymore than my family did as I baked bread this afternoon. But something happened to me as I baked it. The aroma of that bread in the oven filled me with wonder. I was reminded of bread of another sort . . . living bread. I was thankful.
Here is the recipe for the cinnamon bread pictured in my Bread of Life post. I just ate two slices with butter for my supper. Yum!
½ cup butter, softened
1 cup sugar
1 cup buttermilk or 1 cup milk plus 1 tablespoon lemon juice
2 cups flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/3 cups sugar
1 teaspoon cinnamon
Cream together butter, sugar, and egg. Add butter milk or milk and lemon juice, flour, and baking soda. Put 1/2 of batter (or a little less) into greased loaf pan
Mix in separate bowl the 1/3 c sugar and cinnamon. Sprinkle 3/4 of cinnamon mixture on top of the 1/2 batter in loaf pan. Add remaining batter to pan; sprinkle with last of cinnamon topping. Swirl with a knife. Bake at 350 degrees for 45-50 min or until toothpick tester comes clean.
Cool in pan for 20 minutes before removing from pan.
Note: we drink only skim milk or 1% milk. I used 1% milk and lemon juice in lieu of buttermilk and it came out great.
Almost too pretty to eat!
Did you know that in the Bible (NIV) the word bread appears over 250 times? Pretty important stuff. I have NOT had AT ALL the kind of day I counted on. I did NOT get to do the things I wanted or needed to do. The battle has not been pretty. I gave up. I got out flour and sugar and the like. I tried a new bread recipe. It’s still cooling in the pan. My whole house smells AMAZING. Being a new recipe, I don’t yet know if taste and texture will be equal to aroma, but I did enjoy beating up the dough and the aroma is AMAZING and it was a simple loaf made with things I always have on hand such as flour, sugar, baking soda, lemon, milk, an egg, cinnamon . . . that’s about. If what comes out of the pan is imperfect, well so are the hands that made it, but the work was good anyway as is the scent which spread throughout my home. As I see it, I win regardless!
In John 6 we read that Jesus said “no one can come to me unless the Father draws him” and at first glance this can be startling. Perhaps it never startled you, but it did me. However, after meditating on it and just being with Him, I came to find that words which sounded as though they were excluding were actually giving me life, ETERNAL life!
We are perhaps, at this moment (well, I am) singing a familiar song in our hearts. This song brings tears to my eyes and sends my heart and soul soaring! For, you see, we were drawn in. We love Him because He first loved us! How amazing is it that with all my flaws and constant mistakes . . . my hurts, my weakness, my stumbling, He chose me for His own? Life is amazing not because I got it right, but because He transforms it, transforms me, and most of all draws me close and loves me!