Life wouldn't be the same for me if I didn't have good home baked bread. No exaggeration.
I love baking bread and eating it. Covered in too much butter of course.
Every time a loaf comes out of the oven, that crunchy, toasty crust with sweet soft crumb underneath, I'm always in awe and slightly shocked. It's like magic to me, putting water, flour, yeast and salt together, then in a matter of hours you have a heavenly loaf ready to be devoured.
Of course I've made bread for years, it's something we all do at school, remember those curly snail shell buns and plaits? So proud eating them on the bus on the way home.
Then years ago I fell in love with the Sourdough. And the obsession has grown over the years, cu...