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 before!
The year was 1970. The wind was howling, snow was falling and it was a very, very cold
Christmas eve night. Corn & ginger bread were busily preparing for the annual Bread Family Christmas celebration.
Their holiday guests would soon arrive. As always, there was too much to do and not enough time, but then again, that happened every year.
The Bread’s were blessed with six little muffins, each one embracing unique, individual personalities:
The oldest, Blueberry-Well, let's just say that she never ceased to leave an imprint everywhere she went.
Banana Nut followed and he loved to tell jokes, but he seriously had a tough time keeping it all together.
Third in line was little Miss English, and boy did she have a split sense of humor.
Not to be outdone, fourth in line, Chocolate Chip was certainly a chip off the 'ol block; loved by all and sweet as could be.
Bran-the 5th born muffin, was nicknamed “the peacemaker” because he always tried to avoid confusion and much preferred for everything to run smooth.
Last but not least, little Pumpkin-The baby of the family,. She added just a touch of spice to round out the warmth.
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.
Yet, Corn Bread made up his mind that he would be an optimist and believe that things would be different this year.
As customary, Breads from all over the country would soon be arriving from yeast to west and everywhere in-between.
Aunt Éclair arrived all the way from France and Cousin Pita traveled 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 of the worries soon passed once everyone arrived. Once again, Corn and Ginger’s house was filled with love as they all gathered around the oven anticipating the event of the year.
The 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!