About the Site:
Just Warm Bread was born out of a life long passion for cooking, baking, and life in general. The recipes you’ll find here will usually be accompanied by stories. Together, they’re meant to nourish the bodies and souls of you, the readers, as well as the people whom you love the most. My hope is that when you’re here you feel welcome, like you would in my home.
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Hi, I’m Carmen, and I’m delighted that you’re here. My life today looks a little different than I envisioned it would several years ago, and thank goodness, because I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Long before my clothes doubled as napkins, my face served as a pillow and play-dates were my only dates, I dreamed of working in a bakery. That dream changed drastically when I was 10 years old. On a brisk October morning in a tiny town in Western Michigan I was covered in sticky cotton candy and searching for a carnival ride worthy of my last ticket. Before deciding on a ride, my family and I came upon a large and boisterous crowd that was chanting words of encouragement at a young man who was performing chin-ups for two uniformed men. My dad hoisted me up onto his shoulders so I could see better and asked if I wanted to give the chin-up booth a try. I shrugged my shoulders (which I guess meant yes), and he escorted me to the center of the commotion.
“Can anyone do this?” My dad yelled toward the Marine in charge.
“Sure old man! Hop up!” He barked back.
“Not me. Her.” My dad said, looking down at me.
The Marine softened a bit and then chuckled, “Yeah, anyone can TRY.” He lifted me up to the bar and said, “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Twenty-four. Twenty-four chin-ups was what my 10 year old spaghetti arms had. I jumped down as the crowd whopped and hollered. The Marine put a M-A-R-I-N-E-S ball-cap on my head and told me I was strong enough to be a Marine. A seed was planted.
Four years later I was a freshman in high school, sitting in chemistry class. I’ll never forget the principal’s voice broadcasting the news of the September 11th attacks over the P.A. system. The seed that had been planted by a couple of Marines at a carnival years before blossomed, and right then I decided to do whatever it took to become a Marine.
So that was the path I chose. I studied hard and competed in multiple sports in high school; graduated from the United States Naval Academy; met my husband; joined the Marine Corps; lived and traveled around the world; met real heroes and other truly remarkable people; took up (ultra)marathon running; and (sort of unexpectedly) started a family. Two years ago I made one of the most difficult decisions I’ve ever had to make and said good-bye to the military. Today I’m a full time wife and mamma to two beautiful daughters; nothing I’ve ever done has been more challenging or rewarding.
Like I said, not exactly a bakery, BUT here I am. While I don’t have any formal culinary training, I have a passion for creating wholesome and delicious food that brings my family and friends together, volumes of untold stories, and now the awesome privilege of sharing both with you. And those things can’t be taught in any school. Happy reading, happy eating and thanks again for stopping by!