Baking Bread

There is something very therapeutic about baking bread.  That toasty, yeasty smell wafting through the house.  When I was first married I used to make bread as stress relief. I would take out my frustrations kneading the dough by hand.  Plop it in loaf pans to rise.  Wait impatiently while it baked in the oven.  This was… Continue reading Baking Bread