It's been so long since I've been baking bread that I have had much of anything to bread blog about. But I have been continuing to see my Dad weekly. We have a routine now that goes... arrive in time for lunch at the Freedom Village lunch counter, short financial discussion or dr's visit, grocery shopping, and dinner at a suburban chain restaurant then drive home. The restaurant thing is a bit of a negotiation each time but we seem to be in a rotation of Carrabas, Outback, and Bonefish. I think they may even all be owned by the same chain.
So this week Outback came back up to the top of the list again. Anyone eaten there? Remember their bread? Know where this story is going? For those of you who have sworn off chain restaurants, Outback serves a signature loaf of warm dark brown bread.
After a semi-painful dinner in which my Dad sent almost everything back to the kitchen and then didn't really eat much of the newly perfected dish, we of course asked for a box to take the rest home. As I'm boxing up the steak my Dad says "oh and put the bread in there too." "Oh, you like this bread do you?"
I couldn't resist. I confronted him about not liking my bread. He feigned lack of memory. Or said he didn't remember it that way. Or something. The conversation concluded with my Dad declaring that "it was a long time ago". Gah!
Well I'm still not making him bread, but now I'm mad I let that stop me from being enthusiastic about my bread baking. Now excuse me, I have to go bake some bread. And it's not pumpernickel.
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