But out of the whole weekend my highlight was Friday morning/afternoon when mom taught me how to make real, genuine home made bread. Good gracious you have no idea how terrible my attempts to make bread have been. Rock hard substances would come out of my oven. I tried a couple times and failed. I was so thankful to finally have a day free where Mom could go step by step, with hands on experience in bread making.
I was so pleased with the end results. The bread was perfect. Well except for one loaf that was slightly burnt as we forgot it in the oven a little too long. But beyond that they were perfect! Just the way I remember Mom making them when I lived on the farm.
Plus the best part was using the bread dough for other sweet treats such as cinnamon buns, which was my first time to make those too. Dad also snagged a lump of dough to make this French deep fried bread, which I have no idea how to spell. I'm sure every culture deep fries bread though so it's nothing new. Regardless it's something different and delicious for the lunch table.
Now the real test will be to one day make bread by myself!