Blessed by Breakfast: Blessings

I have cooked all my life. I know–you are thinking that I’m exaggerating but it is true.  I was the smallest and youngest kid in our Polish community–which made me the BEST at washing out the small mouth canning jars!  I would scrub out blackish green gunk that was stuck to the bottom and sides…

broken and blessed

then Jesus blessed the bread and then broke it . . . I go to Mass a few times a week and I alway cross myself at that moment–do this in remembrance of me . . . I cross myself again.  Some days I wish I could just stop Mass at that moment until I…