I've always wanted to bake bread. I just have this idea that food is more wholesome if they're homemade. Of course, store-bought stuff may be more fortified with other nutrients, but come ON, does it have the ingredient of love? Does it? Does it? Okay, you don't have to answer.
The point is that we have homemade bread right now, courtesy of yours truly and... it can be better. I followed a recipe and now having tried it, I know how to tweak it to suit our taste better. My mom, ever the Mariqueña, said to add more sugar and since I'm a true blue Mariqueña myself, I shall comply. Anyway, it's edible and quite (debatable) presentable. The kitchen also smelled wonderful while it was baking. Marguerite ate a slice with pesto butter, so that's good. I think my mom and dad had slices this morning too. Marguerite, btw, also helped. She valiantly stirred and kneaded alongside me.