Come make bread with us!
Here’s something fun to try this weekend- maybe as a test run for some fresh bread for thanksgiving? Let us know what you make- #florriemarie on instagram. 98 more words
The first time I baked my own bread, I remember all the waiting time. Waiting for the sponge to rise, waiting for the dough to double in size, waiting for it (my face almost stuck on the oven door) to bake and finally waiting (in agony) for the bread to cool. 771 more words
Baguettes have many faces, many connotations. For a French person I imagine they conjure up school-day memories of crusty clouds encompassing snapping squares of bittersweet chocolate, or long family breakfasts narrated by a cacophony of cracking, tearing sounds and the soothing muffle of butter. 473 more words