
After months of deprivation, I baked two loaves of Tartine country bread this weekend (and managed to wait almost an hour before slicing into one and smearing it with Nutella). When you’re perpetually short on time and can buy fantastic bread two blocks away, it’s hard to find the motivation to feed a starter every day, but pulling these browned, crackling loaves from the oven renewed my desire to do nothing but bake bread.
In the past three days I’ve used the bread as a vehicle for peanut butter and strawberry jam, Nutella, a fried egg with cheddar and kale, and, for dinner tonight, Super Bowl leftovers: slow-cooked pork shoulder with homemade barbecue sauce and sharp cheddar cheese, broiled and then topped with pickled red onions. What toppings will tomorrow bring?













