I still remember the weekend I met my future in-laws. My husband and I were dating and I was traveling to his hometown with him for the weekend. We were making the trip there because I had a college friend having her wedding shower (my college friends being from his hometown and me not meeting him at college – that’s another blog post).
His dad, my future father-in-law, had made homemade bread. It was really good. The kind of really good that on the drive to their house the second time I asked “do you think your dad will have homemade bread again?”
And over the next couple of years I continued to ask that same question. I guess I’m a slow learner. This wasn’t a phase of his father’s where one day we would visit and *gasp* we would be served regular store-bought sliced bread.
His father bakes bread. He doesn’t sell it but he does SHARE it.
This story began back in 1997 and lucky for me, 15 years later there is still homemade bread. After we had children, the kids took to calling it Grandpa Seed bread.
My 12 year old daughter is quite the cook. She has shown an interest in Grandpa Seed bread a few times, but she’s just now getting old enough to really be able to manage it on her own. She is feeding the starter, baking the bread and now, most importantly, she’s sharing the bread.
At mass this past weekend, it was announced that before Holy Thursday mass there would be a soup and bread dinner for anyone who would like to attend. She asked on the car ride home if she could make bread to donate for the meal. I assumed the answer would be yes, checked with the coordinator, and was thrilled when the answer was both a yes and ‘wow, that’s exciting!’
What have I learned: there is something better than sliced bread: Grandpa Seed bread. A tradition handed down from one generation to the next and SHARED with those you love the most.