A tragedy took place tonight. Grandma Sycamore's bread is no more.
Ever since the beginning of our marriage, Dave and I have been obsessed with Grandma Sycamore's bread which is found only in Utah. We were able to selfishly purchase this golden treasure at any time when we lived there while we were going to BYU.
When we moved to Indiana, we didn't have this delicacy for two years (except at Christmas time, when we ate every piece that Dave's mom had in her house!)
Exactly 5 weeks ago, my sister came into town from Provo, Utah for a wedding. She brought us 4 loaves of Grandma Sycamore's bread in her suitcase that she took on the plane with her. I promised to pay her an exorbitant amount for doing so. As of tonight, when Dave and I had ham and cheese paninis for dinner, the precious bread is gone.
So, Grandma Sycamore...we will miss you and your bountiful bakery skills.