If reincarnation does exist then at some point in history my husband was likely some sort of scavenger; probably an opossum.  Scavenging is in his blood. Not only do opossums Continue Reading →

I am just returning from a visit to Provence, France, having stepped out of my life for 8 days with nothing holding me to my normal patterns and routines.  Even Continue Reading →

In just a little less than a week, I’ll be on my way to France checking out both the historic sites and the bread! Planning the trip has brought me Continue Reading →

I decided this week that I needed to make a hearty bread.  It has, after all, been one of the longest, coldest, snowiest winters that I can remember (since my Continue Reading →

I first heard about Swedish limpa bread while I was reading through the reader comments on my own blog! Limpa bread? Even though I had no idea what kind of Continue Reading →

  My friend, Sandie, Facebooked me a recipe for a Sicilian fig cake. In the course of our friendship we had discovered that our families had both emigrated to America Continue Reading →

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 →

  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 →