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"We Kneed the Dough"

I passed a sign today while driving by a monastery:

www.nunsbread.org
This is evidently a group of nuns having trouble heating their quarters, and they have become industrious in order to raise some cash.

Last winter, as the cold chilly winds forced our heating bills beyond imagining, the Nuns here at Sancta Clara Monastery knew it was time to become creative about paying our heating bills. A friend of the monastery suggested selling Wedding Soup and breadsticks. We thought this was a great idea!

In the month of March, 2005, we courageously launched our first monastery bread and soup sale. Besides breadsticks, our endeavor grew into loaves of delicious white bread and walnut raisin wheat bread. The heat was on! Even during our sizzling hot summer, lines of hungry folks flocked to bring home soup and bread.

We Kneed the Dough


Images of Bing Crosby and Ingrid Bergman wooing the cold-hearted land owner to save the school, or Sidney Poitier building a chapel, or John Wayne scrapping with Katherine Hepburn, or Clint Eastwood traipsing through the desert with Shirley McClain, or Whoopie Goldberg training a rat-tag choir (Good God--how many nun movies are there, anyway?)--have all come to mind.

I hope their baking business does the trick.

Comments

Old Knudsen said…
Poor nuns, having to work, what is wrong with the world? don't forget,'Heaven knows Mr Allison' with Bob Mitchum and Deborah Kerr who was also a nun in 'Black Narcissus ', Old Knudsen has voted her ' Hotest Nun Ever ' I could make a comment about keeping her warm but that would be disrespectful to the church, but I will say this theres a habit I wouldn't mind picking up.

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