Hello, God. It's me, Mara.

You know, Lord, sometimes when we're hungry, memory kicks in and a scent seems to drift by us, makes us think of our mommy baking bread. Yum! Our mom was the best baker in our neighborhood - just ask any of the neighbors! Even when Mom's sisters would visit us once in a blue moon, they'd tell Mom that the bread she made tasted so good; "Just like their own dear mother made; so, could I please have another slice?"

Miniature loaves of zucchini bread that an out-of-town friend brought over to share - that was a double yum! Another friend tells about making banana bread to which she adds some pump...