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Bread in MemoriesStand:The stifling heat in the closed dim- light kitchen is holding my breath. Outside a hot summer day's sun is beating on the heavy curtains that are used during the night for the black-outs. It's long time ago - in 1944; a fire is burning in the oven, it's baking some round grey bread (the colour comes from the meal which my mother had bought on the 'black market' under great difficulties). The heat, the scent, the atmosphere of expectation: strong emotions were impressed in the memory of a child. These and other remembrances are coming back to my mind in this moment while I 'm preparing bread … a quite different kind of bread in the same kitchen for my family. Today I'm going to bake a pumpkin bread. Since I haven't prepared it for a long time and I like the idea to offer it to my husband, my children and my friends. Let me tell you how I do it; it's very easy. I cut the pumpkin into slices, then I cook them in the oven. Once the slices are cooled, I add yeast, some tea-spoons of oil, brown sugar and some cinnamon. Now I pour the flour over it (I think how fine and white it is compared to 50 years ago) and then I knead the whole bulk with strong movements until it becomes smoothy and glossy. After 3-4 hours of rising time I turn it out on a lightly floured board and roll it out to 1 cm thickness. I cut small triangle-shape pieces and put a teaspoon of jam on each of them; then I fold them to little horns. Now I let them rise again for further 2 hours and then I bake them for 20 min. until golden. I open the oven, I feel the heat on my face and I'm happy. |