I was working on a silly blog post, just for the fun of it. I need some levity in my life right now. But then I heard some bad news this week. I can hardly talk about it, let alone write about it, but a few of you already know what I mean. Trust me, I’m not looking for sympathy, but I spent half of Tuesday at the office with tears in my eyes. I exchanged emails and phone calls with a few friends and colleagues who were also hurt by the news, and it got me thinking about a lot of things going on in my life. But this is a food blog, and I don’t want to stray too much from that theme.
I bake because it’s comforting. It reminds me of being a kid again, when my mom would bake brownies for me and my friends, or the apple pies she’d make for the holidays. So when I’m hurting, I head for the flour, sugar, and butter. (It’s lucky I don’t weigh 300 pounds.) And since I’m no decorator, I always go with the simple stuff. Taste trumps style. A hot, crusty loaf of bread, in this case a rustic no-knead loaf from Kneadlessly Simple by Nancy Baggett, is just about perfect. Even the next day, toasted and served with butter, it’s heavenly. Sometimes that’s all I need to feel a little better. I know warm bread (or cookies) can’t solve all of my problems, but I guess it’s my kind of Band-Aid.