It is only fitting that my first real post be about my first love, bread. As far as I can remember I have been making bread, standing at my grandmother's feet watching the bread magically rise above the bowl. Its amazing that one of the world's oldest prepared foods, is still around today, extremely present in everyday life. What began as an accident in preparation is now a coveted piece on the dining room table. The simple smell of butter and yeast baking in the oven can transcend one's memory to a place and time, mine being my childhood.
I am always pushing myself deeper into the world of yeast. We have started trying out the classic soft pretzel for the bar and will soon start with croissants. Our current repertoire at Trummers include ciabatta, German rye, sourdough, doughnuts and brioche (my personal favorite). Almost every time I open the fresh yeast container, I take an extra few seconds to take in the beautiful aroma. Maybe yeast ice cream, dare I say, will happen soon too...hmmm....
Your right about bread taking you back to your childhood. My Mother used to make 12 loaves of bread a week. I grew up with homemade bread and homemade strawberry preserves. I can remember getting off the bus and smelling homemade bread fresh from the oven. She timed it just right, so it was warm enough to melt the butter. It's a good thing I am not gluten intolerant!
Posted by: Chris | March 2010 at 06:44 PM