If I ever break out of my reclusiveness again, my next companion will be better at making bread than I am. Bread has a spiritual quality to it when it is made right and just out of the oven. My first wife grew up walking past a local bakery every day from school. She was given a nickle by her mother, to buy a personal loaf of fressh baked bread, which she would eat on the walk home. ... What a woman! She was one heck of a cook, too.
As an aside, our son from thet first marriage makes the best biscuits you will ever wrap your motuh around! He has the kneading technique down to a science ... he’s very science oriented.