At the end of 2022, I visited my parents. We went out to an italian restaurant together. As the bread and olive oil came out, my parents joked, "Oh it's time for your favorite part of the meal!" Since I was a kid, my parents have said that I'll judge a restaurant based on the bread rather than the meal itself. For the past few years, I've been trying to be a better home cook, but didn't know where to start. When they made this joke, again, I thought: wow, maybe that's it. So, I made a vow to try to make bread soon. Fortunately, for my birthday, Laura got me the Tartine Bread book and I was able to start. Shoutout Laura <3.
I whipped up some water and flour, made my own starter (over the course of months) and tried baking. After a lot of trial and error, we got there. By the end of the year, and maybe like 7 bakes later, I got a loaf that felt like I could share it with others. Mega shout out to Chelsea who helped me diagnose some problems with my bread. Couldn't have had any success without her!
I didn’t do a great job of keeping notes, so he’s a collection of photos along the way.
