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My father grew up on a small farm in Northern Minnesota. His family grew or made most of the food they consumed, including their own bread. Each week my grandmother would mix, knead, and bake. I can only imagine how the kitchen must have smelled. And yet, if the egg money came out right, as a special treat, my grandmother would skip this chore, go to the town store, and buy a loaf of Wonder Bread. Her children would rejoice. “It was just like cake,” my father says, “so sweet, so soft, so white.”
