I made a loaf of bread a couple of weeks ago. It was perfect. By that I mean there has never been a better loaf of bread baked on either side of the Atlantic than the one I made in my own oven. It took me over three hours! With the mixing and the kneeding and the letting it rise for the first time, then pounding the dough and letting it rise a second time before putting it into the oven to bake, and than an hour to let it cool down before I could cut and eat it. I'll probably never do it again because I own a bread machine, which makes OK loaves of bread -- but my one loaf made completely with my hands was perfect, and I do mean perfect.
You say you'll never do it again but it's just going to sit there, in the back of your mind.
Whispering in your minds ear
Consume
I began baking bread when Wonder Bread went tits up. You only get better when you keep doing it. Still baking bread ten or so years later.
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