I touch the dough, I talk to the dough. We argue and, yes, even laugh from time to time. The bread begins as simply flour, water, salt. Just that. Flour, water, salt. Then it becomes a living thing. I pour hard work and love into every step of the process. One simply needs to pay attention. Depending on temperature and humidity, I get know each batch, and every one is a little bit different. It’s an investment that is well worth the effort. You will know this if you have tried our bread.
I have had many conversations about food made with love and whether or not love affects the outcome. Of course… I believe it does. I think of my bread and how much love and energy I put into each loaf. Bread with machines, bread that is never touched by human hands; is it nutritionally the same? Can it taste as good? Maybe. But does your soul get fed by dough that was never nurtured, that never really lived, was never really loved?