Saturday, March 23, 2013

That Fresh Bread Smell




I wanted to get a ladder to climb from it to my rooftop and crow like a sportive coq de village, alerting the neighborhood that I, yes, I suburban Baltimore mother of two, who, according to my kids, has trouble identifying things that are fun, have made pain de campagne fit for my genetic heritage as a person who worked with wheat as a living, my maiden name being Miller, but this picture (though clearly worth a thousand words) does not do justice to the smell, fragrant yeasty caramelized tendrils of which have explored every inch of my house with soft fingertips.

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