Home made bread

Like my Grandma used to bake.

Maybe this is the thing that I loved the most about her cooking.

That bread was really tasty.

Flour, water, salt and yeast. Nothing special. But the result was ... something so good.

I still remember the taste.

Maybe it was the clay oven from the yard, or the hot coals.

Or her love to do things.

I myself try sometimes. It's tastier than the ones I buy from the store, but far from my Grandma’s.