As Thanksgiving approaches I’ve been thinking about that line from the Lord’s Prayer “Give us this day our daily bread.” In our travels we’ve discovered that ‘daily bread’ can mean different things in different places.
In Jamaica we ate a flatbread made from cassava. In Japan we tried special pancakes called okonomiyaki.I photographed these homemade rice cakes drying in the sun in Laos.In Germany we had pretzels. Our tour guide in Ukraine was Victor Penner. His wife made this basket of homemade bread for us. Dave and a student check out the bread selection in a bakery window in Madrid, Spain. Dave eats paper dosai in a restaurant in Singapore’s Little India. Dave with a cinnamon raisin twist in Hong Kong. He stopped at this woman’s shop for a raisin twist every morning on his way to work and before we moved back to Canada from Hong Kong she asked him to marry her.
Watching bakers make naan in Delhi India.I took this photo of a street vendor selling bread in New York City.We saw this special bread for sale in Hiroshima, Japan. Dave and our friend Tad roasting bannock at the Fort Whyte Nature Centre in Manitoba.
For many years in a row my Mom came to my grade two classroom to bake bread with my students.
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