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🍞 Fig and anise bread (and being brave)
Hi there Reader ! Welcome to my kitchen! I'm so glad you're here. I still remember my first loaf of bread. I was in culinary school in my early 50s, surrounded by classmates half my age who seemed to know exactly what to do. My chef’s jacket sleeves kept sliding down over my knuckles, and I ended up hiding in the tiny bathroom, trying not to cry. Eventually I went back to my station, weighed my flour, and started kneading. Somewhere in that rhythm, my shoulders finally relaxed. When that...