Happy Thanksgiving! 🦃
As I woke up this morning, I missed the smell of bread baking. One of the things that Dwight was known for was his bread, and he always got up early to bake so he could free up the oven for the turkey.
When I first met him, he told me about his bread-making. I was skeptical and I rolled my eyes inside, figuring he was saying that to impress me.
I was wrong. 😂
The first time I visited Dwight’s home (1995), he called out for me to come in when I knocked on the door. I walked into his kitchen and there he was; kneading bread dough on a floured board,
WITHOUT. A. RECIPE. 😳
This was the first peek I had of the unique, multi-faceted traits of the man I’d just started to date.
The first thought that entered my head was “He’s a keeper!”
I was right. 🥰