Aunt Kristen came to visit... and she brought us... this.
Black bread of some sort from the bowels of Grandma and Grandpa's freezer.
It smelled a bit like burning. It looked a bit like either zucchini or pumpkin bread... it tasted like prunes.
We all sampled a bit and then had to move on....
I think it had just been in there too long.
My mom did a lot of baking when I was young, she made breads and desserts, and cookies, and all sorts of yummy treats. I hope I can fill your little head with those sorts of memories as well. I do love baking bread!
And I promise to write the dates on things when they go into the freezer. :)