It all began with one of those conversations, about nothing, about something, about something else seemingly unimportant ... but there it had begun: on second careers.
I dreamt of being a baker, smells wafting in the early morning chill to waking villagers.
But in the end, I wasn't the one who bought Richard Betinet's DOUGH and CRUST. It was her self-gifted Christmas '07 treats.
And so began our journey into bread and baking...
The first was a misshapen looking little bread called 'epi'. Each leaf was meant to be easily broken off as you laid it on a long country table by diners to dip into their hearty stews and soups. This is daily bread, to be shared. But here it is, mini and tentative....
Still, the journey's begun...
