during our holiday we went over to the neighbours who bake bread and other goodies. in charge of the baking profess is the old famer's wife, the old farmer himself and their daughter-in-law.
the farmer's wife has been baking bread since she was a little girl. she had learned from her mother who had learned from her mother who had learned from her mother and so on. and she is teaching her daughter-in-law and granddaughter now.
it was reassuring watching them bake together. everybody knowing what the other was doing and knowing exactly when it was his/her turn to do his/her piece of job. every movement sleek and smooth. i joy for the watching eye...
the door to the old bakehouse
hands which have kneeded dough for a life long
fire made by the old farmer in the huge oven
breadbaskets waiting to be filled with dough
dough ready for the oven and a little fly taking a rest
the old farmer moving the remaining glow to the side of the oven
bread baskets waiting
ohh bliss
and off they go...
the breadbaskets waiting patiently for baking day the following week
the bread is finished!
so yummy! 
the best crust ever
i love bread. especially their bread. t:t
