Buttered Bread

Everyone has their weakness. Mine is buttered bread. It doesn't matter if the bread is homemade, hot, cold, crusty, or soft. Bread plus butter equals love. Can you resist? I love to make homemade tortillas, rolls and bread loaves. I try a lot of recipes, but usually go back to the standards. It calls to me.

I see the wispy steam coming off the bread and immediately head for the fridge to grab the butter.

Healthy? Yes...if you need carbs and fat for the day.


Remember the Lay's commercial?

"Betcha can't eat just one?"

They stole that idea because of the way I treat bread. It's not my fault. Dad makes hot rolls that melt in your mouth. They are perfectly designed. When you make out the dough two things are very important: #1. Shape - must be ob longed so that it fits in your mouth easily. #2. Butter Pouch - you must put a 1/2 tsp of butter inside each roll before you bake them. This gives the rolls flavor, but also creates this genius opening where you can easily slide in more butter! I'm addicted. I can't eat just one.

Never in my life have I been able to eat just one.

That brings me to yesterday.

One of our dear friends made spaghetti for our youth group. Can I resist spaghetti? Sure. Can I resist the three loaves of steaming hot garlic bread? NO!

I sat there and popped pieces in my mouth like I was eating popcorn.

Was it special? No...just garlic and butter. I just couldn't resist. Did that blow my diet for the day? Maybe, but all I had for lunch was a 6inch sub sandwich. I hope the meals helped to balance out my day. Oh, wait...that same dear friend made a chocolate cake with cherries in it...and a lemon cake with a lemonade frosting. Seriously? I had a half piece of each. Bad day? Not really...I actually lost a couple of pounds. I didn't exercises yesterday...Wednesday is a busy day for a youth minister.

Tomorrow should be interesting.

We'll talk about the magic fruit.