Farmhouse bread for me is the kind of old-fashioned, homey bread that I imagine people of my parents generation and beyond buying from their local bakery or village store on a more or less daily basis. My Dad for instance remembers being sent to buy a farmhouse loaf like this and battling the urge to eat it on the walk back home; so tempting was the aroma of the still warm bake. I wholeheartedly wish more bakeries selling high quality goods remained on our high streets, it is a crying shame tha (...)
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