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zojirushi bread machine Store-bought bread will never ever compare to homemade bread. When I was a kid, mom used to make it using yeast, let it double in bulk, punch it down, cover with a towel and sit over the register with warm air from the furnace to help it rise. I loved that smell and even more wonderful, was the smell when it was baking. Eating it warm with butter and honey or mom’s homemade black raspberry or strawberry jam—berries she grew—was a taste pleasure I’ll never forget.