For the third day in a row, I’ve baked three loaves of bread. Oldest college son is home eating for a few days, and we’ve had Nick’s friends over for lunch and/or dinner for three days in a row.
We enjoy it most when the bread comes out of the oven in time for a barely-late lunch. We’re extra hungry, and the smell of bread is circulating through the house. Today our house has the added smell of slow-cooked pork loin with onions and barbecue sauce, which will be transformed into pulled barbecue to be served on the home made bread tonight.
Sometimes I can plan ahead and do this. Sometimes, not at all.