Today is Homemade Bread Day!
There’s nothing more comforting than the aroma of bread baking, unless it’s actually putting your lips around a warm slice slathered in butter. It’s one of the topics I write about frequently; all too often, I’m afraid. Like this one where I sing the praises of bread. And then I posted these recipes that I adore. And there’s more, which is silly, but not, since bread serves as both metaphor and sustenance in so many different forms.
I plan on baking twice as many loaves as normal today as a way of celebrating this delightful little known holiday.
I love sharing my bread. I love the way someone’s eyes light up when I hand them a warm loaf. They all but hug it to their chest. They always lift it toward their face to catch the intoxicating scent. Their eyes almost glaze with a sort of nostalgia, even if they never had homemade bread while growing up.
I’d like to bake a fresh loaf every single morning, but that’s not realistic with only two of us in the house.
Maybe I ought to take up baking for a living, or at least as a little side job. It’s nice to imagine that a plethora of people want to experience the wonder of an imperfectly shaped but exquisitely flavored loaf on a regular basis. And I’d get the side benefit of a house that always smells like freshly baked bread. Mmmm.
I could bake up six loaves every morning five days a week. That’s thirty extremely happy households regularly. Imagine the transformation in a neighborhood if more lips met more fresh-baked dough. Smiles would surely appear unbidden. Forgiveness would spring forth almost instantaneously. Love would definitely find expression more frequently. Random acts of kindness might even become the norm and not even make the nightly news as something amazing and different. And, who knows, maybe even peace on earth might break out for an hour or two on occasion.
You laugh. But the power of bread exceeds the power of all other food groups combined. Even (gasp) chocolate! I kid you not.
Seriously, if you’re offered a hot loaf of homemade bread or some kind of chocolate, which would you choose? Be honest!
If you’re male you most likely picked the bread. Female, you probably chose chocolate covered bread. Am I right?
If it’s been a long while since you had a truly home-baked loaf of bread, fresh from the oven, still emanating warmth and goodwill when you laid hands on it, then you’ll have forgotten the joy and true power of bread. You’re overdue for a slice or two.
Man may not live by bread alone, but it’s certainly a staple of nearly every culture.
Even people with gluten intolerance or celiac’s disease search out replacements for that perfect mix of crusty crunchiness and inner softness. There’s little that can reproduce the oh-so-marvelous sensation of home-baked bread.
My favorite one-year old refuses almost all other sustenance aside from bread. Her mother makes a wondrous variety of breads and the child has decided she’s found manna and the promised land all in one food group. Oh sure, she’ll eat the random banana, or a green smoothie sometimes, and she’s okay with pasta drenched in red sauce. But otherwise, it’s bread, or nothing. Smart kid.
Her mother learned that there’s a word for such people: panivorous. It means “subsisting on bread.”
I think I share the same trait. Muffins for breakfast. Bread with butter and cheese for lunch. A fresh loaf, just sliced and buttered, with a few spoonfuls of soup on the side for dinner. I guess I’m not quite a purist. But I could be. Just call me Super Panivore! Surely there’s a cape and tights to go with that, snug fitting but stretchy enough for the bit of tummy bulge sure to accompany such a super hero.
You could probably talk me into a loaf if you live locally. Or I might trade you something for it. For instance, I’m getting my lawn mowed for a loaf this week. Really! Hard to say who’s getting the better deal out of it. Someone brought me a Diet Coke yesterday when a headache threatened to take me down, so they’re probably getting some bread this week, too. Kind acts deserve kindness in return, don’t you think?
Bread’s not a difficult thing to learn to bake. Usually there’s five ingredients. Water, yeast, sugar, salt, flour. Occasionally a bit of oil or butter, or you leave out the sugar, or milk instead of water. Easy peasey. Really.
I’ve promised a bread making lesson to a couple of friends a while ago. I need to follow through with that soon.
If you’re curious or feeling adventurous I found two YouTube videos that walk you through the basics of bread baking. I’ve included those links below. Be brave. Be daring. Treat yourself to some love and bake yourself a loaf or two. You’ll thank me or rather, you’ll thank yourself.
If all else fails, at least go buy a fresh loaf from a bakery. It won’t fill your house with loveliness, but your mouth will thank you, and so will anyone you share with.
Happy Homemade Bread Day!
Three minutes on the basics of homemade bread.
Fifteen minutes of bread making instruction, if you need a little hand holding.
“The smell of good bread baking, like the sound of lightly flowing water, is indescribable in its evocation of innocence and delight… [Breadmaking is] one of those almost hypnotic businesses, like a dance from some ancient ceremony. It leaves you filled with one of the world’s sweetest smells… there is no chiropractic treatment, no yoga exercise, no hour of meditation in a music-throbbing chapel that will leave you emptier of bad thoughts than this homely ceremony of making bread.” ~M.F. K. Fisher, The Art of Eating
You had me at chocolate covered bread! The two combined make “pain au chocolat” in Paris, a delightful breakfast concoction. Perhaps this is the real secret behind why they claim the French are so happy: they get to go to their corner boulangerie for a fresh loaf of bread every morning.
My mother made a video on how to make her famous whole wheat bread. She titled it “Well-bread”. I have found several meanings behind her 2 word hyphenated title. Homemade whole wheat (for non celiac s) will keep you well. She also felt the art of learning was important. She was also a “goodly parent”. She taught me manners and giving homemade bread is truly one of the best gifts.
Silly side story: When I started dating a boy steadily in high school I decided to give him a gift each month we were dating on the anniversary of our first date. The first gift I gave him was one of my mom’s whole wheat loaves of bread. She gave them away so often as gifts I figured why not. I don’t remember his reaction to it but it seemed very silly in hind sight as a romantic gesture to give bread. 6-7 years later I married a man of Irish descent whose love language is baked goods. Bread as a romantic gesture is only second to chocolate chip cookies to him. 🙂