
i've become obsessed with the idea of being a world class bread maker. my sister lent me her whisper mill
for a couple years while they are abroad, whereas i used to have to hand-crank my wheat (not so much fun and kept me from making our bread a lot). but now i am committed to never buying bread. i am so excited to master all my favorites (and am prepared for this to take lots of years). i mean, i want to get really, really good. rye, pumpernickel, sprouted grain, french, sourdough. oh especially sourdough. i really love me some sourdough. i bought this cute little old starter yesterday from old mrs. seal.

and as we speak it is out on the porch frothing into a sponge. when it is ready to go this afternoon i will start the experimenting with recipes to find a good, no great, no perfect, wheat san fransico style loaf to go with some clam chowder, or an omelet. mmmmmmmm. i love to bake even more than i like to cook, and mastering bread just seems like, well, it for a baker, don't you think?

ps- this has been a life-long goal of mine that i am finally making time to work on. here i am at 10 with my first loaves of french bread made all by myself. maybe i will re-create this pose, complete with 80s hair and puffy painted sweatshirt, after my first loaves of sourdough that work. what do you think? wish me luck!