Sometimes, you just have to do a little baking. The freaks in the house like raisins in their bread, and since I’m not eating all that much bread myself, the baking would have to be for them, so raisins it is.
Out of the oven, brushed with butter.
Is there anything like freshly cut homemade bread, the scent of which lingers for hours?
Answer? No. There is nothing quite like it.
