I grew up in Brazil where we have this bread called Pão Caseiro. I can clearly remember the smell of this bread being baked by my grandmother. It was around the time I was 8-9 years old. Every day me and my sisters would go to my grandmother’s house after school and we’d help her make this traditional bread. She had an old-fashioned hand crank-type devi…
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