someday I'll own a bakery

My past few tries at bread baking have been reasonably successful and I can't begin to tell you the joy this brings me.  I think there is nothing that I enjoy more than homemade bread fresh out of the oven.  My mom is a wizz with yeast, but for years my attempts have all failed.  Every holiday her yeast rolls are the staple food and there would be hell to pay with my grandfather and my cousin if those yummy serving sized babies didn't make their way to the table.  This past Christmas I made her walk me through every minute detail of the process and in the end the rolls were my creation.  I came home to bake bread for my big holiday dinner with Bonnie and it wasn't as good as having my mother's watchful eye, but it was edible and delightful all the same.  I haven't made any attempts since then, though since Friday I've been having a monster craving from being in a Foley's Bakery shop.  (mm...foley's...)  So, tonight as Bonnie left for work I started in on some whole wheat bread.  I just took it out of the oven and sliced that steaming first bit off, slathered it in Cabot Creamery butter and savored every little bite. 

I'm contemplating driving to the hospital to share the bready goodness with my girlfriend.  It would be the thoghtful thing to do, but alas it's nearly bedtime on a school night and the temperature has dropped quite a bit since this afternoon.  Perhaps I could store it in the freezer til I see her on Wednesday?  Oh the moral dilemmas I have...