Sometime between 1978 and 1980, as a guest at someone's house for dinner, I had home-made beer bread for the first time. I had not heard of it before, and I liked it so much I asked for the recipe. I wanted to try making it myself.
And today I did. It only took me 30 years to get around to it. It's this retirement thing, I guess. I now have time to do things I always thought I didn't have time for. Or didn't make time for.
The bread is excellent, by the way; a nice accompaniment to the potato soup I made for supper.
I also made brownies today, from scratch. That's one thing everybody should always make time to do.
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