Now I Know

When I was a little girl, my great-grandmother would take care of me while my parents were working. My mom has told me that Grandma Tillie would make me tapioca and I would gobble it down. So, grandma would tell my mom she should make it because I loved it so much. My mother would go home, make a batch, and I would have nothing to do with it. I guess it just wasn't grandma's tapioca.

I now know what my mother felt like. We have an old family recipe for Swedish rye bread. I am now the 4th (or longer) generation of making this homemade bread. I recently found a loaf in the freezer that my mom had brought and started toasting it for Case in the morning. He would gobble it down and wanted nothing other than the bread. He ate it with all meals. Well, the loaf didn't last long and grandma Sally isn't coming to visit for another week, so I decided I'd make my sweet little boy some bread so that he'd have the deliciousness every morning.

This bread is pretty much an all day task of mixing, rising, baking, etc. So, this weekend I slaved away. I was so excited when it was finally done because it's the first time I've baked bread since Case was born. I excitedly sliced it, buttered it, cut it up and presented it before Case. He took one look at it and threw it on the floor. He's refused to eat it all week - little stinker. So, now I know what my mom felt like when I refused her tapioca!