Saint Blaise’s buchty, that I baked for his feast day yesterday, and had for breakfast this morning.
“The first thing of which grandmother assumed full charge was the baking of bread. She did not like to see the servants handling “the gift of God” without any reverence or ceremony. They never signed it with the cross, either before or after taking it from the oven; they handled it as if the loaves were so many bricks. When Grandmother set the sponge, she blessed it, and this she repeated each time she handled it until the bread was placed upon the table. While it was rising, no gaping fellow dared to come near it less he should “overlook” it and make it fall; and even little Willie, when he came into the kitchen during baking time, never forgot to say: “May God bless it.”
“Whenever grandmother baked bread, the children had a feast. For each one, she baked a little loaf, filled with plum or applesauce; this had never been done before. They, however, had to learn to take care of the crumbs. “The crumbs belong to the fire,” she used to say as she brushed them up and threw them into the stove. If one of the children dropped a bit of bread, she made him pick it up, saying “don’t you know that if one steps upon a crumb, the souls in purgatory weep?” She did not like to see bread cut, uneven, for she used to say: “whoever does not come out, even with his bread, will not come out even with people.” One day, Johnny begged her to cut his slice from the side of the loaf, as he wanted the crust, but she said: “when one cuts into the side of the loaf, he cuts off God’s heels! But whether it be so or not, you must not get into the habit of being dainty about your food.” So Mr. Johnny could not indulge his appetite for crusts.”
“Whenever there was a piece of bread that the children had not eaten, it always found its way into grandmother’s pocket; and when they happen to go to the water, she threw it to the fishes, or crumbled it up for the birds and ants. In short, she did not waste a crumb, and ever counseled the children: “be thankful for God‘s gift; without it there are hard times, and God punishes him who does not value it.” Whenever one of the children dropped his bread, upon picking it up he was obliged to kiss it. This was a kind of penance; and whenever grandmother found a pea, she picked it up, found upon it the chalice, and kissed it with reverence. All this she taught the children to do.”
—The Grandmother: A Story of Country Life in Bohemia by Božena Němcová