Well, I have always imagined that bread making was a difficult art. Somehow I never got around to understand the intricacies of kneading and raising the dough. But something has changed when I got a breadmachine. At first, I was a little sceptical how a machine can replace a pair of hands and I was apprehensive about using it but then I warmed up to the idea of having warm bread each morning. There is something magical about the smell of freshly baked bread when you wake up. Better yet, you know what that bread is made of, that you put only the finest ingredients in it and no stuff that needs not to be there. As I have always had fond memories of my childhood breads made of rye flour now I am able finally to recreate that long forgotten taste. I also like to experiment a little by changing the ratios of different types of flour. Surprizingly, my family actually prefers home made breads to those from the store what is not exactly the case with my cakes.
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