Yesterday I copied at my Moms the recipe that I had first made Bread from when I was 5. I've been meaning to make bread for years, but it just seems to be too much work, too much mess for something I can buy down at the corner store for $1.

It's a fond memory of sitting on the front porch of my house in Vancouver, ripping chunks out of this fresh out of the oven bread and sharing with my friends. And for the cost of a yeast packet, I can give a similar memory to my daughter. (I have everything else we need)

So we're making bread this afternoon. We're waiting for the bread to do first rise right now, and I'm going to maybe do some more template work on here. Not sure tho, I'm tired and I get easily distracted by other people around. We'll see.