I've probably told this before and if I have, please forgive me.
My mother wasn't a very good cook OR baker. She didn't like to cook and bake but she HAD to cook and bake. My dad's mother was a wonderful cook and baker. Nothing every fancy but always great food.
Mom never baked bread--period. She would make biscuits and my dad would take one from the plate, and then put the handle of his table knife under the table and simultaneously tap the biscuit and knife handle to insinuate that mom's biscuits were hardAttachment 323771
Well way back in the 60's when mom discovered Rhodes Frozen Bread Dough she bought some and gave it a go. It came out looking and smelling quite nice. However unbeknownst to mom, although my dad wouldn't eat the heel end of store bought bread--he loved the end of fresh baked and still warm bread with butter on it.
Well we didn't have a real bread knife so dad got out his meat saw to gently saw through the still hot bread and not to crush it.
Mom was in tears as she thought dad was making fun of her bread. Once she found out what dad was actually doing she made it a point to purchase an actual bread knife so he could have his fresh hot bread.