During my childhood days, I liked to imagine myself living in the countryside with cool breezy weather, nice green pastures, a few cows and goats (for milk), some cute chickens (for eggs), a small fruit and vegetable farm, and a pink cottage with a woody country style kitchen smelled of bread and stew daily. And every morning I would wake up at 6am to knead dough, filled the air with the smell of freshly baked bread mixed with the morning dew. On our vintage wooden table, breads were always there. This dream is impossible in the area I live…
