Our friend Julie was in the neighborhood on Saturday morning and she dropped by with this oven-warm, absolutely perfect loaf. Yes, it really is home-baked and she claims she could teach me to make bread like this in "a few minutes." Which sounds a bit optimistic, but John would sure be happy if that was true.
Perfect crust, perfect texture-- delicious. Of course the minute she left, we sliced some and ate it standing up in the kitchen, spread with butter.
But I know how to make a treasure last around here. Two hunks went into the freezer to warm up later (maybe Thanksgiving) and the last piece turned into this Sunday morning French toast breakfast.
Thank you, Julie!
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