And, now I love the smell of a nice yeasty loaf. I feared bread.until I worked in a commercial kitchen and made enough pizza dough to do it in my sleep. So, when she tried the bread a few times we simply painted the baked loaf with colorful patterns and used it for a doorstop. I'm guessing they learned from my Yia Yia in their native Greek. A couple of my aunts were great at making homemade bread when I was growing up. Home baked or artisanal breads are a completely different matter. But, when everyone else in your class has a nice PB&J on "air bread" and you have apple-butter on whole wheat.well, yuck. Matter of fact, the nut bread rocks toasted with a smear of cinnamon butter or cream cheese. Now, I have NOTHING against with Brownberry Oven bread. Instead, Mom bought Brownberry Oven bread. The soft white stuff, which my mom called "air bread," never made it into the shopping cart - no matter how much I wanted it to.
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