What? You have never heard the story of the Bread Family Christmas? Oh my, then it’s time to grab a cup of hot cocoa, sit back and listen close while I share with you one of the most delicious stories never told.
Our little story began a very long time ago. Although very little is known about the origin of the Bread family, their ancestry can be traced all the way back to the days of Moses and the leavened lineage of the Manna’s.
Christmas Eve, 1970, the wind was howling, snow was falling and it was a very, very cold. Hustle and bustle was the theme as Corn & ginger bread were busily preparing for the annual Bread Family Christmas celebration. Their holiday guests would soon arrive, and as always, there was too much to do and not enough time to get it done.
The Bread’s were blessed with six little muffins, each one embracing unique, individual personalities:
For the little muffins, excitement was in the air. they were anxiously awaiting the arrival of well… you know who?
However, the year had been tough for Corn Bread and he didn't share the same enthusiasm. Corn Bread was stressed and worried because the troubled economy was taking a toll and making raisin six little muffins difficult. Day after day, Cornbread would roll to the factory because HIS FAMILY kneaded the dough. Suffice it to say that times were tough for the bread family. They were cutting back and tightening their belts (or at least trying too).
Nevertheless, this time of year was for celebrating and Breads have been and always will be resilient. Corn Bread knew that this too, shall pass.
Now through it all, Ginger Bread never seemed overly concerned. She went about her sweet way, smiling through the worst of times.
Inside the little canister they called a house, Ginger Bread always made everyone feel a little bit better. She could always transform a bad day into a good one.
Ginger made sure that the little muffins got a quick nap earlier that day, so they would be wide awake for the evening festivities. After a couple of hours, Ginger sang, “rise and shine”. Waking up was a little difficult for the little muffins as they seemed to be stuck in the warmth of their surroundings, but WITH a little bit of careful nudging, they were ready to greet everyone.
Time was passing fast and soon their company would be arriving, including the "In-Loaves". The “in loaves” added to Corn Bread's stress. Their rye sense of humor was never received well, and most of the time they ended up behaving like heels.
As customary, Breads from all over the country would soon be arriving from yeast to west and everywhere in-between.
Aunt Éclair traveled all the way from France and Cousin Pita from Greece; ironically they were the first to arrive. Uncle Crumpet wasn't far behind. Uncle Crumpet always made Ginger Bread a little nervous because sometimes he would arrive a little half baked.
All worries disappeared once everyone arrived and Corn and Ginger’s house was filled with love as they all gathered around the oven anticipating the event of the year.
Anticipation was rising as the clock ticked ever so slowly. You might even say that the little muffins were almost crumbling with excitement!
When suddenly.......a loud POP was heard outside the little house. The Bread's grew silent; they knew it was time!
The moment they had been waiting for....... There he was, easily identifiable by his characteristic hat, shirt and no pants ensem.
Yes, it was the famous Dough Boy himself, delivering goodies, fresh from the oven. His Giggles were endless, while he finished his work, yet he spoke not a word, then grinned with a smirk.
Soon out the door, on to the next oven, to bring happiness to other bread muffins.
but they heard him exclaim as he soared out of sight
....Happy Baking to all and to all a good night!