Every communion Sunday, Ann Grimm, a layperson in the church I served, came early and set up a bread machine. The machine was timed to finish just about the time the communion liturgy would start. As the bread baked, the smell of freshly baked bread filled the worship space. When the bread was brought forward, it was still hot – and it would steam as I broke it. The congregation loved it – and after worship, all were invited to finish eating the bread. There was rarely any left.