I love making bread. Irish soda bread, spelt bread, real honest to goodness yeast bread. As do some of you out there. With real butter. I reflect on a conversation a long time ago with my mother.
"There's a way you'll always know if someone cares about you," said my mother one time in the kitchen where she was preparing sandwiches.
"Tell me," I said, I was probably about twelve.
"You'll know by the way they butter your bread."
"What do you mean?"
"Someone who really cares about you will butter your bread right to the edges with no empty places anywhere, not even the edges."
And you know?
She was right.
