Billie Bread....

Yeast, Flour, Butter, Salt, Sugar, Water....
The ingredients sit on the kitchen table and I conjure up an image of my Grandma as I start to mix them together to make the bread ...once the yeast is mixed with the warm water I now smell my Grandma also..... and her image begins to move in my mind. I see her sitting at the funny shaped kitchen table kneading the bread with her huge powerful arms. We all loved we she came to visit, because we knew that grandma Billie was gonna make her famous rolls. As I sit here and think back, I dont think she ever came over and didnt make them. My dad loved them......we all did. We would always smell the rolls long before they were done. "not yet, the bread has to rise again" she would say. The smell teased us, at least me. "Run to the corner and get me the paper, and snuff, when u come back you can punch the flour down" I would tear off, running to get the Sunday paper with the funnies, with a smile on my face cause I knew that grandma was gonna give me at least a quarter for going to the store!