Saturday, December 24, 2011

Santa Bread

I will always equate this sight to Christmas Eve. What is it you ask? Santa Bread, of course. We would put it up in the ceiling of the kitchen, where the warm lights are, to rise.

And this is what you get to enjoy Christmas morning.

Thank you, Mom, for such a memorable and tasty tradition. Merry Christmas!


  1. It's brioche. The most evocative part of the picture is the missing eye. We always fought over who would get it.

  2. We were the lucky recipients of this fabulous Santa Bread from your mom for many years. Absolutely loved it and looked forward to it every year! We still miss her & your dad. Good friends are such a treasure!