Submitted by Granny Squares
When I was a small girl, my mother always baked bread every week for our rather large family of 8 children. On the other side of town, my aunt and uncle and their children, got store-bought bread in their family. It’s funny to think back on how my brothers and sisters and I loved to go to my aunt’s house and eat that soft store-bought bread, and my cousins would always rave about how good my mother’s home-made bread was when they came to our house.
