Make-Up Bread
My eldest daughter is one of my very favorite people in the world. Really, that's not just a parent talking: The child has an innate happiness, a fullness of heart, and a spontaneous grace that simply disarms everyone she meets. Like her good looks, I take very little credit for any of that, but I cannot abdicate her Mr Hyde self, so we have to find ways to make up with one another, and this is what we've found: There is no better splint for fractured family love than the baking together of fresh bread.