Alright, so maybe it's more than a hobby lately, but I've really been enjoying my time baking. As I write this blog, I have some delicious wheat bread rising in the kithcen. I had made some last week, and it was amazing. If you've experienced anything that has been home-made, doesn't it maike you wonder why people don't make their own breads, pastries, candiesm, etc. etc,. etc.? Especially when you take the bread right out of the oven, it's soft, warm... ugh, I can't wait.
It's really a shame that cooking and baking in America is, for the most part, a lost art. We easily give up the home-made goods for something a little more preserved and processed in order to save a bit of time. We have machines do the work, and in the process, we are missing almost an entire page in the history of man. Sounds sappy, maybe, but it's true. There is no meaning behind buying a loaf of Sara Lee. There is no aroma to be remembered fifty years down the road when your children are talking about their home experiences.
Also, I cut my finger in the process of making the loaves that are rising (don't worry, no blood is in the bread). Ended up cutting my finger on a hidden knife when trying to reach for a spatula. Ah the war stories of a baker.
posted at 11/10/2007 1 Comments