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My Tin Can Friend

 

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My Tin Can Friend

So I have a friend. She is older then me. Basically a generation older. But she is young at heart. She is kind and spunky. She loves Jesus and others. And we have "this thing".

You see, every year about this time, as the Holidays roll around, I give her a call. "Are you home today? Can I come over and pick them up?" I ask. No doubt, she is expecting the call because it has been going on now for quite a few years. Probably somewhere around 15. Maybe more.

She is my "tin can provider". I have this family recipe that I make every year. It is called "Raisen Bread" or "Hobo Bread" or  "Brown Bread". I have heard it called all three. The fun thing about this recipe is that you bake the nummy treat in a tin can.

My mom started making this years ago, when I was a little girl.  If I recall correctly, it was a popular "go to" recipe for bridal showers and back then was usually paired with a pimento cheese topping of sorts:)

But I discovered probably 15 years ago or so, that the tin cans were not "like they used to be". They were getting thinner, cheaper.  I must have mentioned it around my friend one day, for she informed me that she had some "old cans" that she has kept for baking and that I could borrow them if I would like. Yes!

And thus has begun our annual "can thing". I am always amazed at how quickly the years seem to come around. Seems like I just scrubbed them up and returned them (of course with a loaf of bread) the other day:) 

I actually remember my dear Grandma Blunier. She used to be my can provider when I lived back in my home town before I got married. She kept her same cans every year too. She would keep them in the entrance way of her nondescript little home; yet the memory of  her and that loving abode can still fill me with a beautiful warmth. Even more then homemade bread.

So for what it is worth, that is all. Nothing real profound. Just being thankful for the fun little things in life; those sweet traditions that connect us with one another.


                                                    


 

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