Let’s Start with Starter
I’ve been trying to decide where to start. What part of my bread story do I want to tell right from the get go? I could start in 1920’s Krakow, Poland with my grandmother. A lot of stories start with grandmothers. I’ve always been enchanted when my Grandma Doda talks about bread. Back in the 20’s, she and her twin brother trampled home from long days at school to a determined maid who fed them nubs of bread floating in broth. Later each day, their mother would come in and sit with them for a bedtime snack before heading … Read more