Member-only story
Cooking For Joy
I Waited Too Long to Buy Bread
But baking a loaf is so satisfying
Editor’s Note: Heated has asked contributors to write about a dish they’re cooking that cuts through bleak headlines, forced isolation, and limited ingredients to bring them joy; we’ll be running at least one contribution a day through this social-distancing stretch.
Imagine my surprise last Friday night when all that was left in the bread aisle was the most terrible of the awful white stuff. What would become of my husband’s daily sandwiches? Microwaved leftovers from last night leave him cold. The only thing negotiable about his lunch — whether he’s bringing it to the office or eating at home — is how to fill the slices. And the bread has to be whole wheat or close.
For a split second, I considered hitting another store. (Even though I’m technically in the Seattle epicenter, we’re far enough south that stocking up these last couple weeks has remained relatively calm.) But, of course, that would be lazy: I have a starter and I know how to use it. Making a loaf of sourdough sandwich bread for the guy I love most will make us both super happy. And it did.
