Dave’s Killer Bread – Good Seed


I like instant coffee and good bread – Funny how our grandparents have such a strong influence years after passing, as if the stone they dropped in the pond of our life is still reflecting back from the shore. I say this as I write from the re-constructed table my grandparents ate breakfast, lunch and dinner on for 50 + years. E-mail chatting with my friend Hank Will (that is what the over 40 folks call chatting)  he talked of how all his grandfathers’ seeds, seeds offered in his 1907 Seed Catalog, had come full circle back to him and I go to thinking.Tater

My grandmother always enjoyed coffee, instant coffee with me when I would stop in be it early or late. I was her favorite grandson because I listened. I remember writing her eulogy remembering how her home was marked by the hobos as a place where they could get a good meal. Not a free meal! Over instant coffee, she would tell me of the men during the depression desperate for a good meal served with dignity, would work in the garden weeding, planting, hoeing, in anticipation of good Hungarian cooking! I have the table they all sat and ate upon and I wonder what ripples of gratitude emit from that wood. What stories reverberate through those chairs and just when I need one of those ripples to sway my life back on course it washes over me.

My grandma’s kitchen was not organic, gluten free, or any other buzz word to advertise great food. It was instant coffee, good Hungarian pastry, and good bread. I rarely bake great bread but I hunt it down in Billings, Montana! Probably the best “store” bread is Dave’s Good Seed.  Like Hank’s grandfather’s seeds breathe new life amid a plethora of hybrid seeds. Our Grandparents set our course. Take a moment to remember your grandparents – My favorite memory of my Grandfather Lors  is  Thanksgiving, when I was four and he let me sip his beer then laughed as my petite mother beat him over the head! Take a moment to remember your grandparents and send me your favorite memory – oldiron@outlook.com .

“Oh Montana, give this child a home
Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies”
– J. Denver

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8 thoughts on “Dave’s Killer Bread – Good Seed

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  2. Grandparents and the impression they leave on us are amazing. So glad you have such wonderful memories with your grandma, and that they still affect you today. The Depression was a hard time. I have a lot of respect for people who lived through that era.

    And the part about your grandpa letting you taste beer, and your mom beating him over the head, made me laugh!!

  3. You have a wonderful blog. I found you because you left a message on mine. (Thanks by the way.) Sometimes I think nobody reads them but me! Can’t say much about my grandparents, but my grandmother was Italian and cooked the best pasta in the world…she added anise flavored sausages and meatballs to her sauce. They were heaven. 🙂

  4. LaFrenda Frank

    Simple gesture can take an individual a long way…such as your interaction with your grandparents. I also spent a lot my younger days with my grandmother and she handed down simple recipe of food such as the blue mush and crepes. I’m very impressed with your posts.

  5. Anna Balduff

    Love your stories, Jeff! My grandfather may have married my grandmother for her baking abilities. Her apple pie remains the best thing I have ever eaten. When asked at the end of a meal whether grandpa wanted pie now or later, he would say, “Now and later!” If you asked which he wanted, apple or cherry, his answer would be, “Can’t I have both?” I have fond memories of instant coffee as well. My dad used to ask me to make it for him starting when I was about 8. It probably wasn’t very good, and he had to pour what I spilled out of the saucer back into the cup!

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