It was a race for the raisin bread here this week and a dark horse won.

Things started rolling last week when the propane guy called and said he'd be up soon, maybe this week. So I baked some rolls to give him, and when he didn't show up last week, I put them in the freezer so they would stay fresh.



The other day I decided to bake raisin bread for my friend Bridget, whose birthday is on St. Patrick's Day.





The recipe made two loaves (that little loaf was a sampler), so I was thinking if the propane guy showed up, it'd be his lucky day because he'd get the fresh raisin bread. But he hasn't come yet, so I decided if my friend Diane showed up first, she'd get the raisin bread and he'd get the frozen rolls. But then, from the back of the pack, this morning the freight delivery guy arrived, and carried away the prize.