What food would you say is your specialty?

I love baking bread, or rather I did, once upon a time, this is the story I tell.

My mother was a magnificent bread maker as well, amongst her many talents she had.

I learned from her, although she did not teach me. I watched and learned and came to it in my own way.

Warm water, yeast, salt, flour and other secret things. Letting it rise into a fluffy cloud before the real work begins and mini-muscles flex and knead it into loafs, and rolls, when placed into pans and allowed to rise again before the oven takes over its duties to fill the air with aromas that start begin to fill your mind, and glands to become anxious for the moment they are done.

Butter, one with a sharp knife, and one to spread the butter, and possibly some jam. You check the time, and tap your toes, and check on the hot pads to make sure they are ready to protect my hands the moment the alarm, and window on the oven tell you they are done.

The bread never really had time to cool, and the moment it comes out of the oven the kitchen begins to fill with those who are anxious to be the first to get some, when it is still hot.

I bake less now, not for any particular reason other than those who once consumed it faster than I could make it are in their own homes now, but occasionally they come by when I am baking bread because I think they can smell it in the air, and decided it is time to visit.