So I run upstairs to the kitchen and see my wife taking out 3 loaves of freshly baked bread from the oven. "Get away, you can't have any of these", she screams. "But it smells sooooo gooood!, can't I have just an end piece from one of the loaves?" "NO, these are for the kids, you don't get any!, go away!" I turned and walked away like a punished dog with it's tail between it's legs. I wondered what I did wrong to get such treatment. "But Honey, I love you!", I bantered. She heard me and said, "That won't help, but, I'll make you a loaf when I return from seeing the kids!" UHG, now I'll have to wait several days before she returns! Oh well, on a positive note, I'll have the house to myself for several days while she's gone! :bounce:
I love home made bread, it's one of my downfalls. I could eat it right off the rack without slicing!
I love home made bread, it's one of my downfalls. I could eat it right off the rack without slicing!