( sorry-weird angle)Liza came over and we made yummy bread.
The house smells great and my belly is stuffed with bread and butter!
Yum, yum, yum.
I had wonderful memories from the smell of fresh dough and the sound of the bosch running. My mom used to let us play with dough and then bake our little creations. I passed on the tradition this morning and let Morgan do the same thing. She made little balls the size of golf balls and they turned out so cute. She was so proud.
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