There is the bread that my mom makes every year for Christmas.
It's affectionally called, Christmas bread.
My mom was unable to make it due to a knee replacement she recently had.
While she spent the weeks preceding the big morning meal at her house on the couch.
A challenge was issued by dad to insure the tradition wouldn't miss a year.
The best baker of the Christmas bread would then be encouraged to keep making it
year after year.. just like mom does.
the youngest daughter, upon being encouraged to double the recipe
was floating away on a flour cloud last time we saw her.
the middle daughter, who lives in a house with no heat in the kitchen,
had yeast raising issues, and never recovered.
the eldest daughter, going the extra mile as always, used a thermometer to make sure her
yeast would work, and sprinkled coconut on top.
Thinking she was a shoo in as the future Christmas bread maker.
The Brother In Law,
who upon seeing his wife floating on a cloud of flour stepped in to save the day.
I guess he gets to make it from now on..... right mom?