When I work with groups in a “bread-shop” (work-shop doesn’t really seem to fit the bill) I often start with a little bit of bread trivia. The first question I Continue Reading →
My husband is reading a series of books that are set in the 1300s amidst the politics of feudal England and France. Darrell’s normally a fairly quiet guy but something Continue Reading →
Saturdays when I was growing up, my mother carted me to religious education classes, well…religiously. Sitting obediently still, I often counted the minutes knowing that the real ritual began once Mom picked Continue Reading →
If you’ve never heard of, much less tried to make, a fougasse then let me just say that you are in for a multi-dimensional surprise. First of all, it’s Continue Reading →
It’s one thing to do a recipe make-over, but what happens when you find your life is in need of one, too? When I first met my husband, Darrell, he Continue Reading →
We’re being blasted by gently falling, non-stop snow. There’s a foot of it outside. Here on the farmstead we’ve kept it simple. We have shovels…and a long driveway. It’s warm Continue Reading →
My husband has kept a little red Swiss army knife in the front pocket of his jeans for as long as I’ve known him. He wings it out every once in Continue Reading →
I always recommend that participants to my workshops bring an apron, a dish to pass, and a journal because when we gather it’s never just about the bread. Even when Continue Reading →
It’s an interesting thing trying to pin down a recipe in our extended family. Nothing is ever really measured and, at least with our Italian bloodline, consistency is not Continue Reading →
Except for the loss of my red-bell-bottom-hip-hugger-button-down jeans, nobody was happier to leave adolescence behind than me. Lacking discernment, I left much of the past behind to set off in search of myself Continue Reading →