Good bread-there is nothing I like more. In another life I hope I am a baker, toiling in the heat of the kitchen making dough and baking loaves.
It’s a simple thing, just flour and water at its most basic. Sprinkle it with spices, pop it in the oven, pan-fry it, hell throw it on a grill. All that matters is the end result-that taste, texture, aroma, and consistency. That is bread.
Have you ever walked into a bakery and not had the urge to consume everything in sight?
It’s been a low-key weekend. We have taken care of errands, worked on side projects, worked out, and slept. I can’t say anything extremely momentous happened.
Except for this bread, hot out of the oven from Grandaisy, studded with pearls of salt and rosemary sprigs, best enjoyed on its own at the table with your boy and a marathon of Modern Family. A hunk of cheese doesn’t hurt either.