I went to the store to pick up some yeast (traditional type), sesame and poppy seed, but upon arriving home I found out that the package of poppy seed wasn’t there in the bag. Must have lost it in the store. It took some time for the shop assistants to find me that package of sesame seed. What I needed it for. ‘Oh, I was going to make bread’. Sure I was. I mean, I go to the store to buy yeast while there are plenty loafs of bread for a dollar each (or more). Better yet, try some of the best of the best: Uncle Ben’s Dutch style bread. Dutch style with 13 grains or more.
A couple of years ago, 3 to be exact, my wife taught me how to make bread: the traditional way. I was stunned. Here I was, coming from a country where you buy anything year-round (even veggies), but making bread at home? You must be kidding, right? Bread comes from the baker. How he makes it? Dunno: in a plant? It’s just magically there and it goes in the oven and then you have bread. You know, that kind of attitude where everything has always been there, because, you know, it’s there.
Making bread is actually easier than it sounds, but it takes patience. The 4 or 5 times I made it, I still haven’t decided what the best part of the whole process is: watching the yeast literally attacking the sugar (‘food fight!’) or picturing me and the dog both nibbling on a piece of fresh baked bread (‘food fight’).
And for those men saying that making bread is for sissies, I know where you live. It takes plenty of muscles to knead dough. And sure, it’s almost an art. And a humbling experience. You can’t be human, if you haven’t made bread. (Well, OK, if you’ve made crepes, you’re human too).