Hi Reader, I’ll confess: my first attempt at baking bread could’ve doubled as a doorstop. My mother called it a "cement brink,” yet my father, always the gentleman, chomped his way through his slice, his jaw working like a set of pistons, giving me a thumbs up. While the loaf sucked, its smell—oh, the smell—was ah-MAZ-ing. That yeasty sweetness that makes a kitchen feel like the center of the universe. Eventually, with patience (and a stern talking-to from Julia Child on PBS), I learned that bread isn’t just food. It’s love disguised as carbs. And the best part? Bread works with your schedule. Bake once on Sunday, and you’ve got toast on Monday, sandwiches on Tuesday, and bread pudding by Thursday. That, mes amis, is what I call return on investment. Roll Call: Bread Wisdom for the Week Ahead
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Jim Lahey’s No-Knead Bread⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4.88 from 171 votes
Jim Lahey's no-knead bread turned traditional bread-making upside down for all of us. Made with just flour, yeast, salt, and water, the bread is the fastest, easiest, and best you may ever make.☞ Try this recipePretzel Rolls⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4.92 from 49 votes
These pretzel rolls taste are just like the real German pretzel deal—shiny, salty, perfectly burnished, and densely bread-y. They're reminiscent of a soft pretzel but in a more versatile shape so you can smother with butter, stuff with your favorite sandwich fixings, or inhale straight off the baking sheet.☞ Try this recipeCiabatta⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4.65 from 77 votes
This ciabatta for traditional Italian bread is made the authentic way with a biga, or starter, and turns out a loaf that's incredible on its own or in a sandwich.☞ Try this recipeNo-Knead Artisan Bread⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4.91 from 122 votes
This no-knead 5-minute artisan bread show you how to make homemade bread in just minutes a day without fuss. Quick, easy, rustic, entirely doable even by novices, and the best loaf you'll ever bake.☞ Try this recipeItalian Biga⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4.8 from 29 votes
An Italian biga is a beautiful thing. It's the basis for so many traditional breads that you'll have no problem using it. The flavor is unbeatable.☞ Try this recipeSemolina Pizza Dough⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4.73 from 43 votes
This semolina pizza dough is surprisingly simple to work with and remarkably satisfying in a sturdy sorta way. So load 'er up with toppings and cheese and fear not.☞ Try this recipeJim Lahey's Pizza Dough⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4.88 from 16 votes
Jim Lahey's pizza dough allows you to create the sort of quality pizza crust at home that you've only ever experienced at the best of Italian bakeries and pizzerias. And it's easier than you'd expect.☞ Try this recipePapo Secos | Portuguese Rolls⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4.84 from 61 votes
These papo secos are light and airy Portuguese rolls that are the perfect vehicle for the classic --marinated pork slices--or your favorite sandwich fillings or simply a smear of butter.☞ Try this recipe |
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