The bread dough takes me back to when I was little. Grandma made a big batch of homemade bread from scratch every few days. I would sit on a stool at the breadboard while she was kneading it, and eat little pieces of raw dough. I thought it was so neat when she let me try kneading it. I still love hot bread fresh out of the oven. Happy birthday grandma! (She turned 97 yesterday)
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