Bread Making. The day just seemed to be right. Cold. Sunshine attempting to pierce through the dark. The house would benefit from the extra warmth. The recipe makes two loaves. Bread making was not part of my family tradition. Baking was. Our kitchen would be filled with the smells of my dad making Grandma's Sugar cookies. He would dazzle us with pies and Sunday dinners fit for a king. So naturally when I married into a farm family, I would accept the culinary challenge of bread making.  Oh, My. Gosh. I remember that first loaf. The size of a large brick. The weight of one ... View Post