I love bread. In any manner or form. At restaurants, I dig into the bread-basket and fiddle with the different varieties. When I’m traveling, I love to see what kind of fantastical artisan bread is being made or native to whichever culture I’m visiting. At home, when time permits it, I love nothing more than to wake up around dawn and leave yeasty dough to rise while the sun comes up (usually a weekend or a vacation practice!). The way the scent freshly baked bread fills the house is both warm and comforting and there’s nothing like it in the world. Somehow, while bread is baking, all...

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