I have a memory of my sister getting a bread machine and mom and I were visiting, and I was scarfing down delicious homemade bread and mom, a total foodie, was kinda just pushing hers around on the plate. With sister out of earshot, mom leans over and, in her Hungarian accent, says When I was a child, only the poorest of the poor made their own bread. Our *servants* (she sneered) bought their bread.

I didn't even. I just ate her bread.