There is nothing in the world like home made bread. Yum!
Funny story:
For almost 6 years now I've realized I'm gluten-intolerant. (My body cannot process gluten, the protein found in some grains including wheat, barley, rye, and oats.) I get terrible reactions, but that's another story. So the breads, pastas, pastries, etc. that I eat are always gluten-free. Usually they're made of soy, bean, rice, or some other flour. Rarely do you find those breads made in the store, so you have to make it home made. Since I'm not much of a baker, I just go without and find other things to eat. No biggie - I'm used to it now.
My husband has a bunch of friends that gets together once a month. One wife loves to make home made bread. So she always brings something special to the meal. Home made focaccia with olives, garlic and sundried tomatoes. Or cranberry almond bread. Or onion and garlic bread. They are always the hit of the meal! Of course, since I'm gluten-intolerant I don't eat it, although much drooling and longing is done.
After two years of this, she finally got tired of feeling sorry for me and ventured out to make a gluten-free loaf. So a few months ago she brings it to me for the meal. You could tell she was so proud! And I was so touched that she'd go out of her way to make something just for me to eat. What a doll! It was an herb loaf with fresh rosemary and basil from her garden. It was the worst taking lump of brick I've ever had. Blech. But being the person I am, I could not bear telling her as she was so obviously proud of having made it. So I told her it was lovely and really enjoyed it. BIG mistake. Every month now, she brings me the same nasty lump of brick bread. Egads - what have I done? I'm still trying to figure out how to tell her to STOP. LOL!