My love for baking is definitely genetic, every few days or so my Daddy-o pulls some heartbreakingly delicious new bread or pan of muffins from the oven and my friends; if you have never come home from a long irritating day at school and walked in the house to be greeted by the smell of freshly baked, crackly crusted, steamy centered bread, you don't know what you're missing.
This particular offering was back woods oatmeal bread, so for breakfast I swiped a touch of peanut butter right on top of that toasted baby and sliced up some bananas, goodness was it a nice start to my morning!
happy snacking,
Paige.
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