It's All Alden's Fault
I was making brown bread yesterday and as I added the molasses and whole wheat flour, I was hit by an intense smell that like a time machine hurled me back 40 years, to when I used to sit in the feed bin in our barn and eat the pellets that were meant for the cows. The pellets had wheat and molasses in them, and so to me at least, they tasted not all that different from my mom's bread (don't get me wrong - my mom made very good bread).
I've made bread hundreds of times over the years and haven't had this memory experience before. I blame Alden Nowlan, who seems to be stirring up my 'Nova Scotia-ness'.
If he would leave it at feed pellets it would be OK, but he doesn't know when to quit. He's making me remember my shame too. As a teenager, it seemed I was ashamed of everything...of the rundown farm house I lived in, of my mother who I thought was embarrassingly old and overweight, of my dad who was a poor farmer and dressed as such, and most of all, my shame of being ashamed. Now who wants to be remembering that kind of stuff? Damn you Alden Nowlan!
10:06:50 AM 
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