Our Daily Bread
food made of flour, water, and yeast or another leavening agent, mixed together and baked : a loaf of
: livelihood <earns his bread as a laborer>
: slang : money
— bready adjective
— bread upon the waters
: resources risked or charitable deeds performed without expectation of return.
It sounds so bland in the description compared to what it really is, doesn’t it? A food made from flour, water and some sort of leavening agent. That’s it? That’s all they have to say?
There is no mention of the rapture that comes from biting into a deliciously hot, thick cut slice of farmhouse bread slathered in salted butter. The texture, the flavour, the scent. Nothing uttered of the crusty goodness of a yeasty ciabatta, broken chuck by chunk and dipped in olive oil and balsamic? No words spoken of the deep, fulfilling contentment that you get when you break a piece of cheese bread with your loved ones around a family dinner table? The way it fills your mouth, the sweet-salty taste of the divine creation that is bread.
In fact, if I had to venture a guess, I would say that the manna from the bible tasted something like bread. Hmm, possibly like brioche. If not, it is heavenly nonetheless! Nothing else can compare to it. Not chocolate, not bacon (although that would rate at a not too distant second in my books!), not cake, not meat, not vegetables, not fruit. There is just absolutely nothing.
Sustenance. And that is exactly it. Something that nurtures and feeds and comforts and keeps you alive.
Here at Beho Beho we bake all of our own bread daily, and even though it is a regular thing for us, I am still captivated by the whole process of being able to put bread on the table. From the mixing of the ingredients and sifting into a heap, making a sort of volcano and pouring the wet ingredients on, drawing the dry ingredients slowly in with your hands, kneading, kneading some more, proving, knocking down, shaping, proving again and finally baking. Seeing it rise just that last little bit in the oven. Cutting it when it has slightly cooled, but still a little steam escapes. Ah! Magical! It is something so simple and yet so magnificent at the same time.
And the aroma! Is there anything that smells better than bread rising and growing and baking in the oven? In some study I read about a few years ago, it was proven (excuse the pun!) that a house on the market was 10 times more likely to sell if it smelled of baking bread. Now that’s saying something!