When I was around six, my family went to visit my great grandmother. She must have been in her 80s. She didn’t see or hear very well but my mother wanted her to show my mother how she made bread. She measured up flour and added ingredients. I think my mother asked how much salt as she pinched some with her fingers and added it. Seems like they kneaded it and tasted it. Then in the pan to bake. Of course it was delicious with butter and honey. My mother baked it many times and had it hot from the oven when I’d come home from school. Then when I married I thought I’d bake some. Well I worked so began making it after dinner. And I didn’t figure on waiting for it to rise thus got to bed in the wee hours. I guess that was the last time I made bread. It did taste pretty good though. There is definitely an art to it!