I was so excited to make the bread this afternoon that I made and shaped at Tabor Bread making class yesterday.
Now I'm no bread baker, I didn't have the perfect equipment and my stove, while nice, is no wood fired brick oven BUT... I LOVED the sourdough bread I made this afternoon!
The kids, neighbor, hubby and I ate it all, still warm from the oven, slathered with butter and cherry jam and Maldon salt. In my kitchen and on our sunny porch. Forgetting about our upcoming dinner. Or any sense of decorum.
It was all toasty, yeasty, and fragrant on the inside with a beautifully golden and lacquered shell. And we were powerless to resist.