The other night I made some bread rolls to go with our dinner from this recipe.
These were so fresh from the oven when I took this picture that I was nursing a slightly burnt finger.
My tablecloth hosted our home cooked meal beautifully. I don't remember my Grandmother baking bread but I'm sure she did in the early days. I'll have to ask Mum. I do remember there always being fresh vienna loaves from the bakery, the wooden breadboard (I can picture it clearly), the bone handled butter knife and the smell of the kitchen and it's wood burning stove. If you want to bring a tear to your eye (on the theme of baking bread and Grandmothers) I recommend you read this beautiful post.