I've already mentioned my mum's bread once, but I must mention it again.
She has been on this quest for the perfect loaf of sourdough bread, and alas, she has succeeded.
Behold, the heavenly loaves are born...
This was pure carbohydrate-induced bliss.
I grabbed one of the loaves the minute my mum took it out of the oven, cut a slice (the butt, my favourite!), slathered it in butter, and entered Sourgdough Heaven.
Mmm...hot, fresh bread with a soft center, a crusty crust, and a perfect hint of sourness.
Then I had a second slice.
Then my mum gave the bread away to my cousin.