About Recipe

Many a time, I wonder if I had apprenticed at my neighborhood bread maker’s bakery when I was a still an impressionable young person, I might have made a name for myself in the art of making breads. I didn’t apprentice so I have not made anything in the name department for myself. But I did observe and I absorbed. The rhythmic kneading, the gentle folding, the blistering heat and the divine aroma of baked bread. It’s all etched in my memory. And bread making always takes me back home to those carefree days.