There was nothing better to come home to on a cold winter day than Mom's home made bread, fresh churned butter, and piping hot stewed tomatoes. If I close my eyes, I can almost taste it. Yum! It even smelled wonderful. We'd dive on it and devour every bite, while she stood in the corner, smiling at the seven of us. I think she enjoyed it as much as we did.
my mother in law taught me how to make bread and I loved kneeding the dough and waiting for it to rise...but the best part is how it smelled while it was baking and how it tasted!