The European Fellow with Whom I Co-habit is a most excellent bread-maker. Every morning, rain, hail or shine he makes a loaf. I can't imagine an early morning without that nutty, warm smell in my nostrils.
And, just quietly, it is very bloody good. A pot of tea, a smudge of honey on a slice and I'm telling you I have my last meal on death row right there.
It's not always plain sailing, there are the times when the salt is forgotten (bleeurghh), and the occasion when Kipper discovered the dough rising (!) but overall things are grand in the bread making department here at chez nous. You should pop over for a slice with a cuppa sometime.