Best compliments ever

My bread can't compare to these beauties of Ian's.

My bread can’t compare to these beauties of Ian’s.

“Ugh! Their house smells like wet dog!” commented a friend’s sassy teenage daughter about a mutual acquaintance.

“I don’t want to know what you think my house smells like,” I teased.

“Oh! Your house smells wonderful! Like fresh bread and cinnamon!”


“Is this homemade, too?!” asked Son’s Friend #1 in astonishment.

Everything here is homemade!” answered Son’s Friend #2 with glee.