Song Of A Baker #3: Grow It! Show It!
Look at me: I can bake loaves of bread, thereby proving that I’m a baker.
This is a deceptive photo – it looks, perhaps, as if I’ve made a ridiculously wide, long slab of bread, but that’s nowhere near the case; instead, I’ve made my almond flour bread, which really just barely rises for some reason; it’s the length and width of your average loaf, but not very tall in the slightest (We end up slicing it sideways, to make the most out of it; cutting slabs and then slicing them in half, lengthwise).
Nonetheless, it tastes wonderful, and the texture is odd – spongelike, perhaps? – but really enjoyably dense, especially toasted. When the whole writing gig gets a little too much and I fantasize about giving it all up to become a baker (Forgetting, of course, that real bakers have to be able to do more than bake the occasional thing very slowly, and checking the recipe every two seconds, nervously), this is the kind of thing I can imagine myself making: Something enjoyable, relatively healthy and weird enough to have an appeal for a specific clientele who’d keep coming back for more.
Of course, if I became a real baker, I’d have to be able to make this kind of thing without eating it all myself because it looks so good and it’s right there.
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