Mommy makes the best bread. I asked her to come over one morning and teach me the ropes of her family envied recipe and technique. Her experienced hands showed that dough who’s boss! We made what we call “Three Generation Rolls” where she rolled a small ball of dough and then my daughter and I did the same. We put all three in one muffin pan and it was very obvious which one of the three my mother man-handled. It was grey and cold outside and warm and delicious inside. Hope your not wearing your new shirt ’cause this post is mouth-watering!
I recognize those hands 🙂
🙂 I’m pretty sure I have her hands. Sometimes when I’m washing dishes I get a little weirded-out. Identical.
Also, I can’t seem to say ‘best bread’ without first saying ‘breast bread’.
That’s ok we share the same hands 🙂 It was a fun day for me I must say. Love the pictures Brandy you did an awesome job.
I love these pictures like a good song makes me feel like I’m in love. Wow. Drool. Blowing kisses. My doll baby grand daughter. Sooooo sweet…literally
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Great photos! How sweet! YUM!!!! Also, I noted the “Mood Struck for a Food Truck” T-shirt!
Thanks Lauren! And of course I support the friendly city food truck ideas! 🙂