July 9, 2011 § 6 Comments
Bread is my favorite thing to make. It’s not my favorite thing to eat (that award goes to chocolate), but there is something so elemental and starkly perfect about kneading the dough and inhaling the smell of yeast and patiently waiting for it to rise and pulling the its skin and hearing the crackling and singing of the crust.
So today, just a picture of bread. I’m trying to improve my photography so that in far far away future land I can write a best selling cookbook that is so famous that I can buy myself a pony.