Look at her arms--they don't "bulge", but it's very obvious that she's been doing things like kneading bread to help the family. She's a strong young lady who won't need to take abuse. Love those eyes and that look, too.

... can't ... stop ... staring ... at ... it ...

They laughed at my burnt bread.
I laughed at their chalk outlines.

My wife’s grandmother would bake about 30 loaves of bread for every adult in the family as a Christmas gift. These loaves were about 4x4x6 and weighed a lot. My wife watched the matriarch make these and was amazed no measuring was done. Just a pinch of this and some of that. When it came to the sugar it was a handful. The next year my wife interrupted the process by measuring how much a pinch actually was and made them at home. They didn't taste the same. Grandma added a lot of experienced love to the recipe and her antique oven probably had smthing to do with it too

I would gladly enjoy the darker crust on the freshly made loaves -- the charred, crispy edges, preferably baked in a wood stove and spread with good butter would make a delicious part of any meal.

I'd say she's practicing her best Lauren Bacall look, but it's about four years too early for that.

This pun is too clever for me. How about a hint?