…and no one knows it’s not MY homemade. (Except Auntie Miranda because she goes there too.)
Above, left to right: ciabatta, whole grain, and cherry walnut (yum!)
Matt, Colleen, and their kids visited last week from Toronto so we had a family dinner. Although I had the best of intentions to make fresh homemade bread, it didn’t happen. Such is life, right? Thankfully we have Breadsmith in town to bail me out when I don’t have
time or just can’t find the gumption to (...)
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