I decided to do a little baking today. Why? Because it’s always fun to bake on a 101° day, right?
I know I’m weird, but we have to eat…and cooking and baking in a hot kitchen reminds me of my grandma. And thinking of my grandma makes me happy (even in my hot kitchen). I used to help her a lot in the summers, feeding the men during the long hot days of wheat harvest, making sauerkraut, feeding family members who would come by. Seems like Grandma was always feeding people.
Her kitchen was about as big as my small bathroom. And – it was hot. But because I was with my grandma, doing all the things I loved to do, I didn’t even care. And neither did she.
Anyway, even though it was hot (and humid) today, I decided to do some baking. Inspired by my friend Megan, I came up with a Strawberry Bread recipe to share with you!
Strawberry Bread
2 cups fresh (or frozen) strawberries
3 cups whole wheat flour
1 1/2 cups sucanat
1 tablespoon ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 cup melted butter
3 eggs
First…you can do one of two things with your strawberries: If they’re fresh, you can slice them and stir them into your dry ingredients. Or, if you don’t think your family will like chunks of strawberries in their bread, blend them all up in the blender, then mix in. If you’re using frozen strawberries, thaw, then blend in blender.
Mix dry ingredients together. Stir in butter, eggs and strawberries. Pour into two buttered loaf pans. Bake in a 350° oven for 45-50 minutes.

The bread looks a little bit dark…probably from the whole wheat flour and sucanat. Oh, but it TASTES so good! I’m thinking that throwing a few chocolate chips in might be good too!
Since I had to have the oven on anyway, I doubled the recipe and made four loaves! I also mixed up some Corn Dog Muffins and threw those in. Gotta make the heat worth it right? Now, I’ve got a big batch of Corn Dog Muffins and two loaves of Strawberry Bread in the freezer for another day when I don’t want to turn on the oven!
Now that I’m finished baking, I’m sitting in the living room under the ceiling fan with a cold glass of Limeade. It’s fun having these “hot kitchen memories” of Grandma…but maybe now I’ll just sit in the coolness and think of a snowy Christmas with Grandma…








