I made butterhorns today with Natlie who stayed home from school sick. The nanny and maid craned their heads over my work, observing each measurement and each movement carefully. They continually offered their hands as we stirred, kneaded, watched, cut, rolled, baked. This bread-making and the use of the oven that idles in our home was the most intriguing activity of the day - of the week- in the house.
While my grandma's specialty didn't turn out spectacularly the scent of warm buttery bread filled the house for a few precious hours and that cheered up the place.
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I remember promising to make butterhorns for Thanksgiving and then it never happened. oops. I'm glad you succeeded and used the oven. keep at it.
ReplyDeleteah, baking bread is therapeutic... far too often i forget that and think that eating it is. i think it must take years of practice for butterhorns to turn out as meltingly as your grandma's do. way to go, making an event out of baking together!
ReplyDeleteYea! I'm glad you tried it. And so glad it turned out better than the pancakes. Natlie won't forget it.
ReplyDeleteGrandma did not make that last comment. I (your mama) did. I am using her nifty new computer that hooks up to your blog automatically with her screen name. We just wanted to have full disclosure on these things. Love, Mama
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