The summer sun beat upon my shoulders as my barefoot feet skipped along the hot sidewalk. Sticky jam clung to the thick slice of homemade bread smeared with peanut butter. Apricot was my favorite. Something about peanut butter and apricot jam makes a perfect sandwich. My mom always had homemade bread for us. It was our go to snack. If you ask her now, she would say it was what we could afford. But the memory of that summer day and that perfect sandwich still bring a smile to my face. About fifteen years ago I asked my mom to teach me her bread recipe. I wanted to pass the…