Jan Botha
The bread was made from wheat my father ground himself. Dark, strong, with salt. We ate it with butter and jam — every day the smell was the same.
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Describe the bread your family ate. The smell, the shape, who baked it.
Edith Brown
The bread was a great round loaf, baked twice a week in the wood-fired oven. The smell filled the whole cottage — it's what I remember most from my childhood.
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