No one can resist my Grandma Osborne’s poppy seed bread. I can’t – I even figured out how to make it while living in Kenya, where I didn’t have access to any American convenience products.
Our coworkers a nearly decade ago couldn’t resist it.
That’s why I decided this year was the year to once again break out the poppy seed recipe and bless the people in our lives. I made 25 loaves this year for coworkers and neighbors.
The latter recipients I classified as Operation Poppy Seed Bread. I’ve decided it’s very hypocritical to encourage community building in my day job and not know my neighbors in my private life.
I dropped off fresh poppy seed bread loaves at the six neighbors closest to us – on either side, the two across and the two behind. I included a note with each giving our names and address, Christmas tidings and thanking them for being our neighbor.
Do you want to know what happened? Of the six neighbors, we already knew two of them and have their names in our phones. And THREE of our new-to-us neighbors reciprocated! We now can add Sam and Nahid, and Denny and Tamara to Susan and Daniel and Pamela.
I legit danced around the house each time we had new names to add to our phones. No one can resist Grandma Osborne’s poppy seed bread and no one can resist neighborly kindness.
