This year, instead of a sugary birthday cake, I spent the day making a loaf of cinnamon-raisin bread. There are few breads more comforting to me than this loaf...and sometimes comfort is what you knead when you spend your birthday so far from those you love.
Watching dough rise in my Grandmother's yelloware bowl connects me to my roots and the entire process of baking always fills me with nostalgia and a longing for home.
We ate it warm from the oven and it was delicious. I glazed the top and let it drip down the sides, but I will admit I prefer a thicker, sweeter icing. And, of course, the added bonus of baking this loaf is that the smell of cinnamon wafts through the house. I felt like a kid again...and isn't that what we all want on our birthdays?
Happy Weekend!
Photos (c) C. Andrako 2011 All Rights Reserved
13 comments:
Happy Birthday! Your bread looks delicious.
Happy birthday, dear Catherine. I so wish I could share the raisin bread w/you. Yum. xoxo
That looks so yummy and beautiful. Happy Birthday again!
Was my mother's favorite also.
Yum.....I can almost smell the cinnamon! Happy Birthday:)
Hope you have had a happy day - and this is just the most delicious post - I can smell it! Great photos!
Francesca
Dear Catherine, Have a fabulous Birthday.
Your raisin bread looks so delicious. Would you please share your recipe with us....I would love to try it.
Thank you all...another year bites the dust.
Gina - I'll leave you the link for the bread in your comment box.
Catherine
That bread looks amazing! My mouth is watering :)
Jennelise
It's morning in my world Catherine and this image and description has left me very hungry! Off to the patisserie for me.... xv
Belated birthday wishes! I think I need a dose of comfort - bread. Wish I was there to share a slice with you!
looks delicious,i wish i could cook like that
Catherine Happy Birthday!! Your cinnamon bread looks delish. My mother still bakes this all the time!!
Thank you so, so much for your get well wishes, I am getting better every day!
Love and Hugs,
Karena
Art by Karena
And a lovely loaf it is! I know what you mean. I made a batch of my grandmother's pickles a couple of summers ago and am soon to run out. Now must wait until next summer, for a lot of things. My mother used to sprinkle cinnamon on the hot burner to warm the house and give it that smell and I sometimes do it for myself just for that comfort. Try it! And think of me!
Bonne semaine, cherie!
Kirsten
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