I am not a saint. So despite being a pescetarian with a very healthy diet, I am still fat. I continue to offer my limited mobility and 24/7 pain as part of the problem, but let’s face it I am fat because I eat too much.
Bread is my winter vice. As soon as the cold weather arrives it’s pancakes, cornbread, biscuits, and bread at the Maurer house. I totally blame this on my grandmother Beatrice Simmons. Like my father, I automatically use her full name only when I connect her to something bad. LOL Dad always yelled “Mary Elizabeth!” at the top of his lungs if I had done something wrong. Oh yes, I wanted to hurry home when I heard that…NOT! Well, unfortunately Gran was never given a middle name so her first and last will have to suffice to let you know she was so bad. In this case she was a BAD influence on my early, formative years. She was always baking, baking, baking. And I was her little helper!
I watched my grandmother cook for about twenty years before I insisted that she write down some of her recipes. She always put in a pinch of this and a dollop of that and I could never quite duplicate anything she made. So I told her she had to stop “pinching” and measure for me or there would be generations to come that would never taste her bread! I cherish that bread recipe and have used it successfully many times. However, even with her recipes I have never been able to duplicate her delicious pies so I just gave up! Sorry Gran…
Hundreds, maybe thousands of people were privileged to enjoy Gran’s cooking. She cooked at home, at a nursing home, at school, at several cafes, for church and for friends. Cooking was her occupation and her passion for many, many years. I did not follow in her footsteps so don’t expect any great cooking at my house. But baking…that I can do! So if I look a little rounder in the months ahead, it is not my fault. Beatrice Simmons is to blame!