I love pancakes. Pancakes are nostalgic; they fill me with memories of my dad cooking pancakes using the trusty Krusty’s bag. Just add water! My dad would get fancy sometimes and pop some blueberries in there that we had picked from my grandpa’s blue berry bushes.
Bread, made for thousands of years has now become a mystery to a lot of people in first world countries. I have finally taken the time to learn how to create this ancient form of sustenance not because it is the cool thing to do, not even because it is the healthy thing to do but, because being 'poor' drove me to it. That's right my husband and I were thinking of ways to save money and one small way to do that is to make our own bread.