27 September 2011 § 5 Comments
This was breakfast today, washed down with a perfect latte. But it was bittersweet and tinged with sadness.
You are probably wondering how can wonderful bread make you sad? It is because we are down to our last loaf. The freezer that was full of my dad’s frozen baked goods has been emptied faster than if it had been attacked by a plague of locusts.
That is the problem with good bread, it gets eaten too quickly.
I am still trying to get this ciabatta recipe out of my dad, Baz the Baker. So far, he has not been forthcoming – I was thinking this post might prompt him to send it to me. It is an adaption of recipe from the über lord of bread – Dan Leader of the upstate bakery, Bread Alone.