I've tried to recreate my Grandma's bread. She wasn't one for cookbooks and recipes. She just did what she had always done. Her bread had had a very unique texture and flavor. It wasn't overly lofty. She used unbleached flower and for the fat content....a throwback from the depression era....chicken fat. I remember one summer when Jen and I stayed a week or so with Grandpa and Grandma. I loved Grandma's garden, and the juicy, fresh berries. We would play all day out in the yard, under the big old trees, or down in the orchard. At lunch time, Grandma made delicious sandwiches from her homemade bread, mayo, and fresh onions from her garden. I made one from the onions in my garden this week, on "Grandma's bread",....for old time's sake. And ate it out in our yard...with some of my granddaughters. It wasn't as good as Grandma's, but the girls think it's the best ever. Who knows....maybe years from now, they'll try to recreate it for their grandchildren?
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Chicken fat. That is interesting. I can understand why but can't quite stomache. My parents butchered close to sixty chickens every summer. I get rather squeamish about chicken. I can eat it now but for a long time I couldn't.
Melissa, the chicken fat is cooked first and chilled, and scraped off the top. It makes it sort of like shortening or butter. Plain chicken fat would be...just plain gross, huh? I butcher chickens here, too. Somehow, it doesn't bother me as much now,as it did as a girl.
yum. The bread, not the chicken fat. Let's be neighbors so you can borrow my sugar and I can eat your bread.
Well, the neighbor's place IS for sale you know!
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