When I was young I would occasionally make bread with my family. Very often this came during the winter and one of the loaves we would make was a honey wheat loaf. Let me re-phrase that, one recipe we would make was a honey wheat one. We normally had to make about 4 loaves of that at a time so that some of it might make it to the next day. Between my little brother and I, we could put some bread away. There is something magic about a loaf of bread right from the oven. All hot and steaming and full of yeasty goodness. Especially when you can cut it and butter it and it is still so warm the butter melts right away.