The Bread Tradition

I'm the child who has decided to carry on the Fynewever bread tradition.  My Grandma Fynewever taught my dad, and my dad taught me.  Hopefully by the time I'm 60, I'll have perfected the art like my dad has.  Now, this is isn't to say that my siblings might take up the task someday, but, as of yet, I'm the only one.  And no, a bread machine doesn't count.  I always was a Daddy's girl...

Growing up, as far as I knew, there wasn't such a thing as store-bought bread (or store-bought cookies, or anything else store-bought for that matter).  I must say that I'm a little stuck up when it comes to bread.  But then again, I also have to admit that I buy bread at the store now too -- I have to keep my carb habit in good supply but I don't have enough time to make enough bread to keep up with that.

So here is one of my projects in process...

I love my Kitchen Aid!

Almost there!

The finished product.  And not too bad.  Thanks Dad!