Bread-making came to me out of necessity rather than some newly discovered passion
for baking when I found that the daily loaf was slowly ravaging my guts and its pricey
replacement tasted more like a piece of cardboard—not that I ever tried it, but I imagine
the sensation would be similar—than anything even remotely resembling my favourite
multigrain. Years of experimenting gave me something quite likeable—a bit heavy, more
on the chewy end like pumpernickel, with an intense aroma and spicy aftertaste. I guess
even an illness can do you some good sometimes.
hidden pilcrow 