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.
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