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Here's a proof the Obsessive Baking Syndrome is going strong when you'd rather be doing mixing, kneading and forming some bread than being at work. There are so many kinds of bread I haven't baked yet! This link is very educational
http://www.epicurious.com/articlesguides/howtocook/primers/breadbasicsteps
I wonder why I took on a new hobby of bread making when going gluten-free has become such a trend lately. It's like everyone and their dog are gluten-intolerant now. It makes me laugh when some overweight acquaintance proudly pronounces she went gluten-free and now she feels awesome. I suspect she's just eating less carbs, I guess because gluten-free breads are less tasty, so her stomach got some very much needed rest.
The store-bought French bread is awfully crusty. It crumbles like hell when you slice it and the baguettes have holes so huge, so you can't butter them - the butter falls through the holes. And the next day it becomes so dry that it's impossible to chew on without cutting your tongue.
I found a cute old photo of some Russian boy carrying loaves of bread. Judging by the style of dresses of the women on the photo, it was taken in the 60-s.
When I was a child, my mom used to send me to the grocery store almost every day. Once-a-week groceries shopping was unheard of in the olden days.
I had been going to the local store for a bottle of milk and a 'little brick' of bread since I was 6. They called bread loaves 'little bricks' because the shape resembled a brick a bit. You can see it on the photo where the boy holds two 'little bricks' under his arms.
If the loaf was especially fresh and fragrant, it would take me a lot of will power not to eat it right away. There were times when I'd bring the loaf home with the crust bitten off all over one side. The flavor is unforgettable. On other thought, everything tastes better in the childhood.
http://www.epicurious.com/articlesguides/howtocook/primers/breadbasicsteps
I wonder why I took on a new hobby of bread making when going gluten-free has become such a trend lately. It's like everyone and their dog are gluten-intolerant now. It makes me laugh when some overweight acquaintance proudly pronounces she went gluten-free and now she feels awesome. I suspect she's just eating less carbs, I guess because gluten-free breads are less tasty, so her stomach got some very much needed rest.
The store-bought French bread is awfully crusty. It crumbles like hell when you slice it and the baguettes have holes so huge, so you can't butter them - the butter falls through the holes. And the next day it becomes so dry that it's impossible to chew on without cutting your tongue.
I found a cute old photo of some Russian boy carrying loaves of bread. Judging by the style of dresses of the women on the photo, it was taken in the 60-s.
When I was a child, my mom used to send me to the grocery store almost every day. Once-a-week groceries shopping was unheard of in the olden days.
I had been going to the local store for a bottle of milk and a 'little brick' of bread since I was 6. They called bread loaves 'little bricks' because the shape resembled a brick a bit. You can see it on the photo where the boy holds two 'little bricks' under his arms.
If the loaf was especially fresh and fragrant, it would take me a lot of will power not to eat it right away. There were times when I'd bring the loaf home with the crust bitten off all over one side. The flavor is unforgettable. On other thought, everything tastes better in the childhood.