Yesterday I made bread.
No-Knead Peasant Loaf
I made bread so good it makes me giddy. It almost makes me want to cry, it’s so good. And it’s not because I’m such a skilled cook, or a trained pastry chef, or a dough-whisperer. I am none of those things.
It’s because I bought a book a long time ago, and finally cracked it open and gave it a try.
It makes me giddy because, where I live, there is no good bread to buy. I’ve been struggling with this for years now. There’s an adequate bakery 20 minutes away. There is one bakery in the county that produces truly great bread, and it’s a good hour drive from my house.
A loaf of good bread is such a simple thing, right?
But it’s so much more too.