When we pass our Grateful Jar around the Thanksgiving table today, someone will read aloud the entry I wrote last Saturday. “ I am grateful to Gramps for his never-ending attempts to bake me the best gluten-free bread that is humanly possible.”
Before I had to give up gluten, Peter loved to bake bread. The family favorite was James Beard’s potato bread—chewy, with real personality, probably from the mashed potato and caraway seeds. That is the bread he has tried so hard to duplicate gluten-free. His efforts have produced edible bread, but his attempt last Saturday was still not a substitute for the original. He already knows what he will change next time.
For that don’t-give-up attitude plus so many other things about him, I am grateful.
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving.