To me, this was the perfect roll: soft and buttery, with plenty of sweet yeast flavor.

My mother didn’t like carrots as a child, so her mother never told her the delicious secret of this bread.

Friends came over on Sunday afternoons for tea and Grandma’s delicate scones.

The adults were so delighted to have coffee and babka that we kids wished we were old enough to drink coffee.

After school, Grandma greeted us with a tray of these fruit-filled muffins and a glass of ice-cold milk.

On Sundays we went to Grandma’s to eat pretzels and watch ball games on television.

Christmas breakfast always included a slice of this loaf with butter and marmalade.

Grandma’s corn bread loaf was so delicious, it didn’t need any butter.

Whoever found the most eggs at Gram’s Easter egg hunt got to eat the first warm bun.

The aroma of yeast rolls baking had the whole family drifting into the kitchen.