06/10/2026
🌟✨ Have you ever wondered where my love for making bread came from? Well, let me take you on a little trip down memory lane! 🍞💕
It all started with two incredible women: my great-grandmother Eggleston and my amazing mom. When I was a little girl, my mom would whip up the most delicious bread and noodles for her famous chicken noodle soup. I still remember the joy of having my own little bowl to crack an egg and my very own piece of dough to knead! Those moments were pure magic! 🥚✨
Then, there’s Grandma Tracy! I think I was around 10 or 12 when she came over to make bread with me. I was feeling frustrated about something (who knows what!), and she said, “There’s never a reason to get mad! Just make bread!” She taught me that you could punch, beat, and knead the dough, and it would only make it better! 🍞💪
That wisdom has stuck with me ever since, and my love for baking is a beautiful blend of their teachings. Here’s to the women who inspired me and to every loaf that rises with love! 💖🥖 What’s your favorite baking memory? Share below! 👇✨