Bread that Satisfies
I’m not quite sure where my love of bread came from. I cannot remember coming into our home after school and smelling fresh-baked bread. There are no memories of being at Grandma’s and watching her knead dough, waiting with anticipation (and butter) for the first slice. I do love me some bread though. This past summer I decided to limit carbs (sigh). Of course, this means bread. Sugar in all its shimmering, white splendor does…