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We Don’t Buy Bread
A Crusade for Happy Eating & Gentler Consumption
As I sit to write this, my kitchen is full of the smell of mushrooms, garlic, onions, and yeast. God, I love the smell of yeast. Good thing, too, given how often I go through it.
This morning’s loaf is a stuffed mushroom and herb bread in anticipation of the bruschetta I’m planning for dinner tonight. We’ll see how much of this loaf actually makes it to the final dish, because listen, if you’ve ever had a freshly baked anything in front of you and have not immediately devoured it, I’m not sure we can be friends.
I’ve also got a loaf of brioche resting in the fridge.
Because buns.
Obviously.
We have not bought a loaf of bread from the supermarket in nearly three years.
Maybe it started with my obsession surrounding The Great British Bake Off. Maybe I’d gotten it in my head to read a few too many ingredient labels when doing the food shopping. Maybe my financial panic had me taking a closer look at where the grocery budget was going. Maybe I was desperate for a fun and exciting activity my daughter and I could do together that might teach us both a new skill.
Whatever it was, whether there was some kind of inciting incident or I just woke up and decided I…
