Sunday, September 30, 2012
A bread encounter
I find baking intimidating, mostly because I've never done much of it. (Baking makes a lot of dishes to wash, and in our old kitchen, with its cramped sink and no dishwasher, I gave up on it). I got so good at whipping out pizza dough this summer, though, that it seemed almost second nature. So I decided to try to get into the habit of baking bread on the weekends, in part to demystify it.
But when I started out this morning, I found I was low on both yeast and bread flour. I hopped on my bike and rode to the corner market. When I was checking out, the young girl at the cash register--she was maybe eighteen or nineteen--said to me, "What are you making?"
"Bread," I replied.
"Really?" she said. "I've never had homemade bread."
"Never?" I asked.
"Nope. I've never had it." She smiled and rang me up.
I find this astonishing--maybe even a little troubling. I'm going to have to think about it.