If I am hungry, it's what I reach for. If I am feeling sick, I rub it with garlic, and it makes me feel better. Bread satisfies the tooth. It's a great snack. It completes a meal.
My dad agrees with me. He even likes to have a slice of bread slathered with butter and red jam (yes, it must be red!) as a kind of dessert. I come by my love for all things bread honestly.
I've always been a bit intimidated by the "mysterious" bread making process. A few years ago, I decided to finally demystify the process for myself and just learn how to make it. I began to play with yeast recipes... I started with cinnamon rolls and pizza. I experimented with no knead breads for awhile, but I found myself really enjoying the satisfaction of kneading my nourishment with my own two hands.
Now I love making bread. These gorgeous french sticks are so perfect... they're crunchy and crusty on the outside and super fluffy with just the right amount of bite on the inside.. and they're practically fool proof in the making of them.
This picture was snapped after my very first try at french sticks. You simply must try making them sometime.
Making bread is not a quick task. It takes time and patience, but not much effort, truly. It's really a matter of timing... the proofing of the yeast, the simply mixing of the ingredients, the physically comforting and oh so satisfying process of kneading the dough... and the waiting, the patient waiting for the rise... the smell, the anticipation, the luxury of going about your day knowing there is something amazing coming in a few hours. Ahh, I need to make some TODAY.
Will have to snap some pics of the process... for now, this little post will have to be a little teaser of the recipe to come.
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