My first ever sourdough bread!! Well second if you count the first disaster, but we don't like to talk about that. It pretty much took the a whole weekend and at one stage I was actually holding the bowl trying to make it prove more through love. Freak.
I love bread. I love the smell, the enjoyment of eating something you made yourself, the hard work that goes into making it and the pure aesthetics of a crusty bread loaf!
I've got very nice memories baking with my grandmother and my mother. Especially in the baking-house back home (communally shared in the village). Ah, just thinking of the lovely smells makes me smile. Home made bread makes me happy.

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