My grandmother baked every Friday and there was always a fresh loaf of bread or batch of carmel rolls coming out of the oven it seemed. Used to sit at her kitchen table with a big pad of butter and a glass of milk and gorge on her bread and rolls.

OMG, I can feel the saliva buildup again.

I have no doubt that she's in heaven and that they started a regular Friday baking day and all the heavenly host are sitting down at their tables with a big pad of butter and glass of cold milk in front of them waiting for the next batch.