Making Bread Is Like Being Back Home...

Making bread is like being back home. Back at my grandma's house. She would always have the house smelling like good old fresh bread. We called her Granny. I was her Bird... No really that's what she called me "Bird". That was her nick name for me. Sometimes when I close my eyes I can still see her in that old kitchen mixing up some kind of bread. I can just visualize her fingers mixing that dough. She was so gentle. I can still hear her say "You gotta make sure you don't work the dough too much. You don't want it to be tough". It took me a while to learn her technique. Now I find myself doing the same effortless. My bread comes out just about perfect every time.