World Bread Day
Back in October, while the rest of the blogging world was celebrating World Bread Day, I was lamenting the lack of time to participate..
However, it isn't that difficult. Proofing dough is by far the easiest task going and with a little organisation, bread would have been no trouble at all! I did manage to churn out some pizza via the exact same process but have only managed to get in some bread baking this past weekend.
Now while Christmas cake did give great aromatherapy.. it doesn't require the kneading.. that simple theraupeutic value that breadbaking provides. Not to mention the alchemy, the mystery, the history.. bread was sustenance, it signified abundance, and was often baked as a communal activity.
I love the attachment that every culture and every country has to its bread. Baked, fried, sourdough or unleavened.. Throughout my time in University, I have met many students that all miss bread from their respective homes and their childhood.
My earliest memory of bread was homemade by my mother.. 3 loaves a few times a week. My father preferred it and we were not given special treatment. A shame to say that we envied the store bought bread that our friends used to have packed in school lunches and munched the hearty crusts of our homemade sandwiches with disdain!
Today, we're making up for lost appreciation time. Bread just isn't eaten, it is smelled and savoured. I plan meals that I can soak up the flavours with its goodness. We even fight over the crusts!
They say better late than never.. and on that note,
Best for 2007 to All.
However, it isn't that difficult. Proofing dough is by far the easiest task going and with a little organisation, bread would have been no trouble at all! I did manage to churn out some pizza via the exact same process but have only managed to get in some bread baking this past weekend. Now while Christmas cake did give great aromatherapy.. it doesn't require the kneading.. that simple theraupeutic value that breadbaking provides. Not to mention the alchemy, the mystery, the history.. bread was sustenance, it signified abundance, and was often baked as a communal activity.
I love the attachment that every culture and every country has to its bread. Baked, fried, sourdough or unleavened.. Throughout my time in University, I have met many students that all miss bread from their respective homes and their childhood. My earliest memory of bread was homemade by my mother.. 3 loaves a few times a week. My father preferred it and we were not given special treatment. A shame to say that we envied the store bought bread that our friends used to have packed in school lunches and munched the hearty crusts of our homemade sandwiches with disdain!
Today, we're making up for lost appreciation time. Bread just isn't eaten, it is smelled and savoured. I plan meals that I can soak up the flavours with its goodness. We even fight over the crusts!
They say better late than never.. and on that note,
Best for 2007 to All.
Comments
Thank you Ivonne, you've been busy with your own baking adventures, that I see have been progressing marvelously well! Also hope that you are getting some wonderful winter weather to enjoy all the Cream Puff comfort food!
And thank you too Barbara, bread is a big part of our meals. As my suocero says:
"Senza il pane, la tabella è vuota"
(The table is empty without bread!)
He never has a meal without it and the dish is always wiped clean!