If you were with me right now, taking this photo with my Kodak EasyShare, you’d swear you were standing next to a stinky, Italian fishwife. Lordy, the reek of garlic.
My lovely wife bakes this — and scads of other things that invariably turn out fantastic. She uses no modern equipment, unless you count the black stove.
With no formal training, she began baking a few years back, and the results are all home runs. Some folks say bread is difficult to make, but she has no problems with it.
Our evening meal is always a big salad, which I make. When it’s available, I warm up a slice of garlic bread too. When we hit the sack later, we smell bad — but we’re smiling.