In a small town not far from you, a boy watched his father at work. His father was the town baker, and every morning without fail he’d rise at 3:00am to begin the day’s baking.
Fresh pastries, sugar-coated sweetbread, biscuits of all shapes and sizes and – the most popular – the softest bread you could ever hope to eat.
All the ingredients for the bakery came from the local farmers and shops. Since the town was small and fairly isolated, this was more of necessity than choice, although helpin...
Published on September 12, 2014 06:31