How often do you get a 50% discount on visiting one of the most expensive cities in the world? Not often and when you do, you don’t say no.
Michelle was asked recently to speak at a conference in Manhattan. With her expenses covered, I decided to tag along for a little adventure. While she networked, dropped knowledge and impressed executives, I wandered the streets and ate my face off for 36 hours.
I’m not claiming these are the best bread books, these are just the four that have worked best for me so far. They are the ones I reach for the most and the ones that I think about first when I want some bread. The best cookbook in the world is no use if it remains on the shelf.
If you are interested in baking fresh bread any one of these books will get you off on the right foot.
This week, as Saturday crept closer and Allison’s excitement grew, I became seriously worried that she had somehow conflated peewee soccer with eating an unlimited supply of chocolate bars. She was very excited, anxiously asking when her ‘chin’ guards and new soccer ball would arrive. This was a new experience for me.
I’ve become accustomed to shrieks of delight over dance recitals, princesses, tulle and glitter tattoos. I’ve never had a child this excited about a sport. She almost passed out when the box finally arrived on Friday. I’m pretty sure she would have slept with her shin guards on if we had let her. Maybe all my Premier League watching has somehow seeped into her brain?
Did I mention I would be coaching these all these (equally excited) 4 year old’s at 9 a.m. Saturday morning?
First, of all any recipe that not only includes beer, but includes it prominently in the title definitely has my attention.
Second, this incredibly simple bread is easy to make and tastes like Thanksgiving.
Third, do you really need another reason to make this quick bread?
I don’t really need any reason or excuse to bake some bread, but if one presents itself? All the better. My parents were coming over for a Sunday dinner of stuffed shells and salad and a family meal like that just wouldn’t be complete without a nice crusty loaf of bread.
So on Saturday I plucked Ken Forkish’s Flour Water Salt Yeast off the shelf and took it to the park with the girls. I flipped through it while the girls hung upside from various pieces of equipment in the spring-like sun. It all ended well. No broken necks for them and I decided on the overnight wheat bread. We all headed off to for lunch quite satisfied. That satisfaction lasted about six hours.