I am a victim of betrayal! She was young, she looked fresh, vibrant, she seemed eager to get to work. She did smell a little strange, but I thought it was just youth. Turns out she was lazy, and did a barely passable job. Sometimes you have to cut your losses and face the facts: this mother is finished, fired, history, kaput.
I’m so hurt, I grew this natural yeast bread mother with care, attention, diligence and she betrayed me.
Bake it, buy it, blog it. This Friday, October 16, is the 4th annual World Bread Day where it doesn't matter what you do as long as you appreciate bread. Details are on Koptchof's blog, in 5 languages, so you don't have an excuse. I've had a particularly active and happy bread mother…Read More
Recently I’ve been rolling out a lot of fresh pasta. And baking ovens full of bread. And enjoying pizza with a young friend. And driving by wheat fields that will soon be harvested. It never ceases to amaze me what can be done with some flour and water.Read More