There is something wonderful about fresh baked bread.
It may be that yeasty smell permeating throughout the entire house, and even outside. It may bring back a memory of when your mother or grandmother baked just because they knew you were coming home from school in a few minutes. Mom baked 10 loaves of bread every other day when I was a kid. No kidding!~afterall, she had lunchboxes to fill for 7 of the 9 of us at the time, plus Dad's pail for work.
I remember running to the door once that scent reached my nose.
I also remember my little sister sitting on the floor eating the center out of an entire loaf with a very satisfied look on her 3 yr. old face. Yes, Mom's bread was that good!!!
Something triggers a very deep desire to have a slice right out of the oven, steaming hot, melting real butter drips through it.
Though my loaves and the buns are uneven, have no uniformity about them, it just does not seem to matter.
Fresh Baked Bread is Still Fresh Baked Bread.
All the miscalculations of size and shape
Does Not affect the taste one single bit~
My man and son are testament to that, for it did not take them long to find a knife and the butter!
Pure satisfaction was dripping down their chins...