Two loaves of molasses bread
Oats: noon
Mixed: 1 pm
Molded: 3 pm
Baked: 3:50 pm
Gave to: Homeless man wandering the Whole Foods parking lot
My son was a bit freaked out when I drove across the parking lot and bolted out of the car to chase down this homeless man. I had seen him before, and had wanted to bake for him. He was almost out at the street, though, so I stepped on the gas.
His hair matted, his clothes a jumble of mismatched patterns, my heart breaks for him each time I see him wandering State Street pushing his stroller. I had warm molasses bread in the car and just wanted him to have it.
“I baked an extra loaf of bread today and would love for you to have it,” I mumbled to the man. “My name’s Jane, by the way.”
He stared at me for a very long moment and then took the handles of the bag that held the bread. He looked inside. “You wouldn’t happen to have any juice, would you?”
“I’m sorry. I don’t. Just the bread.”
“A food card?” He pointed to the grocery store across the way.
“I’m sorry, I don’t have a food card, and don’t even have any cash. I just have the bread.”
He looked into the bag again. “Well, thank you, mam.”
And off he went, the bag strung over the handle of the stroller. He headed back up the street, and my son and I zipped back to our cozy home…
The Woman and the Wheat 