Bread for myself is a material question. Bread for my neighbor is a spiritual one. (Nikolai Berdyaev) Baking is a rarity around here. I haven’t pulled out a recipe book since before Christmas. When my hubby gets desperate for a homemade sweet, often as not he ends up baking something himself — his peanut butterContinue reading “This Writer’s Daily Bread (and some baking, too)”