Baking Day

The food of the gods could never taste as glorious.

Gingerbread MenI can still remember what it was like coming home from school on baking day, to be met by the smell of baking bread and teacakes.  For me and Joseph there would always be a little bread man, with currants for eyes and for buttons down his front, to make it look as if he was wearing a cardigan.  Ah, those little bread men.  I can taste them yet.

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