Mama claire's french bread
Bread
When I was small, I remember going to school with a lunch box (yes, we used lunch boxes back then) filled with what, at the time, were dreadfully embarrassing lunches. Slices of homemade french bread bracketing weird fillings (cream cheese and olives), veggies grown from our garden and milk in a thermos. The cool kids had peanut butter (store bought, not made from scratch) and jelly sandwiches on Wonder Bread, juice boxes and Twinkies. It wasn't until I was much older that I came to understand and appreciate the love and time that went into my Mom's efforts to provide us with wholesome, healthy foods. I can't take back the contemptuous glances I tossed casually over my shoulder at her but I can, as a grown woman with children of my own, pay her my compliments by trying to provide my own children with her brand of love. I remember these loaves of bread coming out of the oven when I was a teenager and, despite my best efforts to remain aloof, being seduced by the crispy, salty crust and the spongy, hole-ridden center. Serve with garlic and herbs on the top as a side for lasagna, smeared with mashed avocados and sea salt or eaten plain, hot out of the oven, with some butter and salt. She doesn't remember where this recipe came from but it is the taste of my childhood and, hopefully, the taste my children think of when remembering home. Thanks Mom.
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