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Homemade Soft and Delicious Bread

novembre 24, 2025 par articles articles

🍞 Homemade Soft and Delicious Bread

A soft, fluffy homemade bread that’s easy to make and perfect for sandwiches, breakfast, or dipping in soups!

🧾 Ingredients

For the Dough:

Approximately 1kg of wheat flour
15g dry yeast
4 tablespoons sugar (80g)
1 level tablespoon salt
100ml oil
220ml warm water
220ml warm milk

👨‍🍳 Directions

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