When times were good-when work and wages got a little ahead of hunger, which was seldom, Anna baked her own bread.
"My Lady of the Chimney Corner"
Alexander Irvine
Three kinds of bread she baked.
"My Lady of the Chimney Corner"
Alexander Irvine
A big tin lamp burned unsteadily above him, for all the doors and windows were open, and a hot smell of dust and baked earth flowed into the room.
"A Prairie Courtship"
Harold Bindloss