since i've been home, nearly every morning has brought a new loaf {or four} of freshly baked bread. mum really has this whole make-molly-want-to-come-home-more-often thing down. her bread is so tasty. i think she is a bread hero. she's always learning new tricks to make the perfect crust and she's always adding different ingredients, like the basil that just looked so fresh in the garden today, or some mustard because i happen to be home. it's always perfect and soo doughy, and if you get a slice of swiss on there when it's right out of the oven so that it gets all melty, it is like you've won the morningtime. and when mum uses it to make one of her perfect hole-in-the-middles, it's a perfect explosion.