My first attempt at making bread.
I left in the middle of the job to drive Ana around.
When I got back home it was already baking.

Kneading the dough (by machine. Are you kidding? Not by hand!)

Rising

The finished product.
It was delicious and not really very hard.
Next time I could do it myself from start to finish.
But I thank Mike for taking over when I left.
1 had this to say:
I used to make bread when I lived up north.. kneading is like meditation and the aromas are a delight.
Thanks for the memory.
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