Confession

So I have to confess I don't make bread. I grew up watching my mother slave in the kitchen, she was an amazing bread maker. We would eat most of it as it came out of the oven, nothing is better than hot bread with butter just out of the oven. Since I am home with Bethanie and all the young mothers in our ward seem to have things together I thought I would give it a try. My next door neighbor and I enjoyed a morning of visiting and trying our hand at homemade bread. Thank you mother for being a good example and teaching me that I can do anything. The bread turned out great and I can't wait to make another batch.