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The Bread Lesson
My daddy has watermelon-size biceps, a neck like an inner tube, and enormous, muscular
hands that make him seem like he's always wearing baseball mitts. He doesn't seem like
the kind of guy who would bake great bread, but he is and he does. Every Saturday he puts
on his chef's apron, rolls up his sleeves, breaks out a bag of flour, and produces two loaves
of homemade bread. When he's done, the whole house smells delicious, and I can't wait
for a hot slice smothered with yellow, melting butter.
The rest of the week, Dad is a car mechanic, which involves lots of heavy lifting, tightening,
unscrewing, shoving, shaking, yanking, and banging. The shop where Dad works is
understaffed, so he's under a lot of stress. Sometimes I worry he's going to overheat and
blow a gasket or something, like some old car. I think Dad began baking bread to help him
relax. I see him in the kitchen, working on a spongy hunk of dough punching and pounding
it into submission. I've been feeling kind of stressed out myself since I found out I didn't
qualify for the swim team.
Now I'll have to wait a whole year to try out again; that might as well be a million years.
Plus, I'm taking some tough classes this year, and my best friend moved away. I think Dad
knew I was feeling the pressure. He sat next to me on the sofa last Saturday and asked me
how things were going. I said OK, even though I didn't feel OK at all. He looked at me for a
moment, then he said it was time for me to help. He got up from the sofa and headed to
the kitchen. I couldn't imagine what help I could offer. Still, I followed right behind him.
Once we were standing by the counter, Dad gave me one of his old aprons. He slipped it on
over my head and tied it in the back with such obvious pride that you'd think I was being
knighted. I was being initiated as a bread-baker.
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