Every so often (years), I attempt to make bread. From scratch bread. I fail more often than I succeed, which is why years go by before I try again. Today (sigh) I decided to make bread. Specifically, a Finnish bread. My husband's family were all from Finland and he loved the bread that his grandmother used to make. As I said, most times he did not get to enjoy it because it did not turn out well. As I write this, the dough is in a bowl, left to rise. I fully expect that it will not rise and I will put the recipe away for another five years or so. No harm done. I hate to fail at anything; that's my problem.