Bread is a comfort food.
My mom made fresh bread; I never got the hang.
Maybe I need to try it again?

Freshly baked, a piece ripped from the end…
or sliced and baked with butter and garlic.
Yum.  I am letting myself have this comfort these days.

It is like wearing a warm blanket that stays put as you move about.
When I am stressed and feel pushed like today I put this on
It is a protective cocoon that magically solves the emotional problems of the world.

It is darned and a little thread bare, well loved for thirty years.

Note: all the “painted” colors came from Robert Oster Motor Oil;
it had a mind of its own, and I could not pull the
brown or green out willfully, it just sort of did that..

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