Keep Out Of The Kitchen

We ventured into the northern Portugal hills with friends today. 
Here is the smokehouse, which is currently prepping the stove for freshly made bread. The grain was milled in there also.
While it was slowly rising we had a wonderful outdoor lunch and wine.
Went for a walk and in time, the bread had finished baking. 
Seems unfair that this long and exciting day has been relegated to a few sentences.