LIVING AND TRAVELLING IN THE VENDÉE

Winter always makes me a bit nostalgic for my mother’s milk bread. The air was not only filled with the aroma of yeast and baking, but permeated with the expectation of homemade bread, fresh from the oven and served with butter and homemade strawberry jam OR (even better in my opinion) butter and hot chocolate made with real chocolate. My dad and I could barely wait until the bread was cool enough to slice! This last Sunday I posted some terrible pictures of my own fresh-out-of-the-oven milk bread and I was bombarded with questions about how to make the bread, so I thought I’d make a quick recipe post for you all to enjoy and try. So, this is my sweet mother’s most delicious treat! And she baked many, many loaves for many, many people to say thank you, or to cheer them up, or just because. You could too! …