Grandma Loves Me

We went to Sacramento for my grandma's 80th birthday party on Saturday. Because my grandma is an amazing woman who outpaces most people half her age, I thought the perfect birthday present would be a six-pack of tennis balls. At 80, she still plays tennis every week, weather permitting.

So a few weeks ago I wrote about my love of bread. I'm hoping my comment about grandma's old bread recipe was not taken as a complaint, but regardless, the outcome was that grandma found a bread culture recipe on the web, made it up, and brought four loaves of home-baked bread to her birthday party. Breakfast this morning is a couple of slices of grandma bread. I love my grandma.