You made your own bread? Waw. I've always wanted to do that but I never seem to get it right. Most of the time it would come out flat as a squirrel hit by three trucks, so I eventually stopped trying to be a baker. But you did succeed! I'm overwhelmed with joy. I can imagine how the smell of freshly baked bread spreads around the house leaving a wonderful odour for all to enjoy the simple things in life. But your children were ashamed of your bread? Even if the scent was probably the best scent in the schoolcantine? Shame on your children I'd say. So girl, bake the bread, and let them children know what wholesome food is. Even Joseph (and Dolly Parton for that matter) weren't ashamed of their coat of many colours.
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