French bread first won me over at the age of 4 when I had it with my first plate of spaghetti (or spagottie as I liked to call it). With crunchy crust and warm, soft center who wouldn't like it? Whether it’s from my local market or a authentic patisserie, it’s always a treat that doesn’t last long in the Bartley household. I decided I would try something a little wild: make my own from scratch. Now looking back, it wasn’t as audacious an endeavor as I thought it would be. The process was surprisingly simple and the result was fantastic!
I think that bread making is one of the most magical activities. At each step there is a marvelous transformation that seems as though it could have only taken place with the help of a wand and a charming spell.
{Time to knead!}
{Place dough in the bowl}
{Cover it and say the magic words...and wait}
{Voila! Just like magic it's twice its original size}
{Shaping and cutting the first time around was a bit tricky}
{But practice makes perfect}
