THE SECRET OF ARTISANAL BREAD

The perfect loaf of bread...makes its way from the blazing hot oven to our breakfast table, too hot to handle but ready to crumble as we prepare to dig in.But, you see,the loaf is not just a loaf,it has a journey before reaching this destination and if breads could talk what type of adventures would they tell us about, what wisdom could they share, what dreams would they dare to speak of ?

My loaf of bread has humble beginnings,a few simple ingredients tossed together in hopes of a magnificent metamorphosis.Flour,water,salt, yeast and, the essence of all life, love is what gave birth to this loaf.

No grinding, no buzzing of modern tech, just mindful work with hands, an intrinsic connection to the source and purpose of the blossoming loaf, and in this vacuum of time and space,when you're consumed by the ripening fruit of your labour, with every knead and every roll, with every gentle poke and dust of flour,the dough reveals yet another whisper of enlightenment ,the secret to all things handmade...that you won't learn to truly value anything until you've tried your hand at it.