It Would Seem This Bread Could Kill You

But it makes delicious toast

Photo by Emily Nunn

I’ve had nary a scrap of bread on my plate for over a week. It weighs upon my body and my soul. My future looks uncertain.

I’m not lost on a remote mountain or enduring the hardships of an early American wagon train. I’m at home in my kitchen in North Carolina, trying to make one goddamn decent loaf of salt-rising bread.