My earliest recollection of bread making was when I was around 4 years old. We lived right next door to my maternal grandparents. I have fond memories of helping my grandmother make bread. I'm not sure how much help I could have been but I do remember her patience with me and giving me pieces of dough to knead and form into a loaf just for me. To this day I love making bread. I love how I can turn simple ingredients into such wonderful tastes of goodness. I know of no one who doesn't just love bread especially straight from the oven. Even now as I think of it I can smell and taste the goodness of it. A warm crusty slice of bread with butter melting into each little crevice so so good. Excuse me, I think I need to go make some bread!