Bread is for Eating…
A love discovered too late, a lament on bread never consumed.
I’ve always thought that my relationship with bread was complicated. I don’t eat it on a regular basis and not a fan “basic breads”. You know, the sliced wheat or white sandwich variety. I’ve eaten them only when nothing else is available.
I recently watched an episode of Reading Rainbow with my daughter that featured the children’s book, Bread is For Eating by David and Phillis Gershator.
It’s a wonderful little book that explains the harvesting process of wheat and grain. It reveals the human side of bread making (from seed to loaf) and eating. We’ve been singing the song incorporated in the book for what seems like weeks in my house.
El pan es para comer. El pan es para la vida. Don’t throw the bread away.
In fact, bread has become a recurring theme for me, lately.
All bread is not created equally
I’m a soft flaky croissant and dhalpuri roti type of girl. I won’t debate with anyone because it’s obviously a personal choice.
I love most of our local Trinidadian breads. I grew up eating Sada Roti on Saturday mornings with freshly prepared chokas or roasted /fried bake with smoked herring fried up with onions…
