There is a tradition here in Utah that when new neighbors move in you leave them all sorts of treats and goodies on their doorstep. Pictured above is the entry way to our new home in my parents basement, I suppose it is our doorstep as well.
My mom heard we were home and called down to us announcing that my Dad had made us a loaf of sourdough bread. She then bounced it down the stairs until it landed right there on the second to last step. Those who know my mom will know how funny this is. This was not the first nor will this be the last of things that will be bounced down the steps in our direction.
Paul was cracking up when he came home, I left it there for him to see.
The other funny thing about this is no one makes better sourdough than my dad. I don't know how many years he has been nurturing his start but he's got a good strand going. Paul requested that I master it while we are here. But I say if my dad can bake then Paul could also. I may suggest a weekly man's baking night so my dad can pass on all his great kitchen skills.
This is sure to be a memorable summer with my parents.
Passing down the technique man-to-man sounds like a great idea. I like that tradition of leaving bread to new move-ins. I can't wait to see what else comes flying down the stairs.
ReplyDeleteHa! Mom and Dad would be great neighbors. They are always willing to share what they have. Pete's mom once stopped by their house and Mom didn't want her to leave empty handed and offered her a bag of top soil. ha! :-)
ReplyDeleteI can so see your Mom tossing down the bread after yelling down the stairs to be sure you would see it. That is such an adventure in moving. I need to go read that talk again and focus on the joy in the journey too and the journey is sometimes difficult.
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