A little dough, a little memory

      Walking into my house as a child it would smell like a bakery. I would walk into the kitchen to find my mom standing at the counter, singing to the radio and pounding on dough, rolling it out, pounding on it some more and covered in flour. She didnt only do one loaf of bread she had several. She told me making bread was a great stress reliever as she would pound on the dough some more. Today I decided to make some home made bread and it brought me back to that specific time as my mom would be jamming out to music and making some delicious bread while relieving stress. Bringing me back to all the other memories flour brought as I was pounding on my own dough.
      Another time she was making homemade bread I was in the other room and she says "Hey sis? Will you grab me some flour" I grabbed a pot with flowers in it brought it to the kitchen, She stopped beating on the dough and says "Now WHAT am I going to do with THIS?" Trust me she will NEVER let me live that one down.
      On Friday nights was family night, we werent allowed to have sleep overs, go anywhere we stayed home and had TGIF nights. This would consist of making home made pizza (pounding out some home made pizza crust) topping with our favorite toppings, or ordering pizza ending with a night of movies. Was a great family night I looked forward to.
      Home made noodles was another thing my mom would make alot she would be rolling out the dough then cutting into pieces making not to thin not to thick home made noodles. yummmy.
      Making bread today turned into so much more then rising dough but turned into a walk down memory lane.