Not just any bread

I'm happy to report that my fever is gone. I have been to preschool and the library and the park. My appetite is not quite what it was and I tire out earlier than I used to. But I'm almost myself again. Was it thanks to the Motrin? Was it the superb care of my loving parents? Did the virus just run its course?

I think that I can thank the healing properties of Irish brown bread.

Our friend Leona néni gave us a kit for making Irish brown bread. We kept waiting for a chance to make it all together. When Mummy and I were housebound due to my fever, we decided that it would be a good thing to do even if Jaja wasn't home to help us.

Here I am getting ready to bake. I have my apron on. My hands are clean.

Why is Mummy wasting time taking pictures? Let's just bake!











Now I'm pouring the mix into the bowl. I poured it in a little too quickly and it made a big white cloud. I found that very funny.

Then we added water and stirred and stirred.










It's ready for the oven.

I get to pose with it for the picture, but Mummy won't let me put it in the oven. I'll be careful, really I will.












As we expected, Jaja was annoyed that we made the bread without her. She got over that quickly, once she tasted a slice. As you can see, it made her smile.







I love you, Leona néni. Thanks for the yummy bread!
I like it with butter.
by Alexander