the loaves

Okay so I may have to eat my words. It appears that I can bake. There is however a specificity to this discovered ability. I concede that bread making is officially baking, but don't get too excited, there are no cakes, cookies or biscuits planned or anything for that matter that would involve creaming butter. And I think I'll stick to my appreciation of function over form. It's not a super sexy loaf, but it is bread. The kind that would have been made in wood fired ovens in a small country house many seasons ago. No wonder I like all things rustic.

I made 6 loaves yesterday, only one remains after we had a bunch of friends over for a twin birthday celebration. And yes the smell of baking bread in the kitchen is intoxicating. Or was that the Sav?