Bread of the Month: Rounding out a country loaf

I baked bread today. It doesn’t sound like much, but it is. Some of you did way more, I’m sure, and I commend you. But my country loaf was a commitment of four hours of work (and wait) or more, begun before it was light.

You have to resign to this commitment to make . . . → Read More: Bread of the Month: Rounding out a country loaf

Bread of the Month: Feeling focaccia at the fingertips

I have always been able to make sense out of things (somewhat) by writing about them. Even still, lately, I have had trouble writing.

It made no sense and yet perfect sense that on a rainy November evening, while I received the news of a loss of life as close to my own as any, . . . → Read More: Bread of the Month: Feeling focaccia at the fingertips

Bread of the Month: Testing the wings of a dough dove

I had not considered the obvious parallels of birds and bread and lightness and flight until I made a bird out of bread recently. I had no choice but to make a bird out of bread recently when, in search of an annual Easter bread, I landed on a creature called Columba di Pasqua, . . . → Read More: Bread of the Month: Testing the wings of a dough dove

Bread of the Month: Reaching for a star

I’ve been thinking a lot about stars lately, in part, because of the season, but even earlier in the year than that because I noticed a very bright star in the sky that I’ve come to look for every morning.

Sometimes this star is companioned by a crisp slice of crescent moon; sometimes it . . . → Read More: Bread of the Month: Reaching for a star

Bread of the Month: Babysitting a sourdough starter

Though I’m not a traditional mom, I’ve had a number of charges in my care. Critters of all manner, wild and tame; I’ve rehabilitated a bird or two, watched over baby chicks, kept an ailing rabbit warm in my armpit. I’ve looked out for things for other people — the beloved miniature dachshund of . . . → Read More: Bread of the Month: Babysitting a sourdough starter

Bread of the Month: Tugging at “Babka’s” skirt

I anticipate my monthly bread adventures the way others look forward to road trips or nights on the town. I enjoy those things, too, but the plotting and planning of a bread-baking day has my mind aswirl and my excitement on the rise, especially when I embark on a recipe that is new. I see . . . → Read More: Bread of the Month: Tugging at “Babka’s” skirt

Bread of the Month: Lighting the way with St. Lucia buns

I‘m not the only soul who feels light-deprived this time of year. Though I love the wee hours of the morning when I’m in the dark, pondering, and feeling as though I have the world to myself, I still find every December to be a race against the dark, from which I grow weary. . . . → Read More: Bread of the Month: Lighting the way with St. Lucia buns

Bread of the Month: Shaping Pan de Muerto

I’ve long been intrigued by Dia de Los Muertos (Day of the Dead). Halloween is my favorite holiday and in its truest respect, it honors the night that is not only the fine dividing line between seasons, but the barrier — at its thinnest — between the living and the spirit world.

Day of . . . → Read More: Bread of the Month: Shaping Pan de Muerto

Bread of the Month: Ascending with angel biscuits

Oh, give me September and long light and fading days and pungent air. Fiery colors, dropping leaves, the smell of earth as she bakes, then cools. Spiders and squirrels, equally industrious. Give me September’s National Biscuit Month, and I’ll give you…biscuits, no question.

A biscuit is mostly considered a bread on the rise through baking . . . → Read More: Bread of the Month: Ascending with angel biscuits

Bread of the Month: Weighing in on fluffy buns

Its appearance is simple; its diminutive texture, light as air. Yet the hot cross bun carries a lot of symbolic weight. Originally a little tea roll created to celebrate spring, it was adorned with a cross and — if eaten during the Easter season, usually on Good Friday — has been credited with helping . . . → Read More: Bread of the Month: Weighing in on fluffy buns