Monday, March 1st, 2010
When I was a kid, my mom never bought white bread. When I asked her why, she told me that white bread was full of preservatives and wasn’t good for you. I’ve never been a picky eater, so that was pretty much okay with me.
She hasn’t tried it yet (due to the whole living 1,500 miles away thing), but I feel fairly certain in saying that she’d approve of this white bread. Because the pesky things that keep us from buying that American classic are the main reason I like to bake my own bread in the first place: that string of ingredients you can’t pronounce, let alone identify. I like to limit the unnecessary chemicals in my life. I know, I’m weird.
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