Sometimes, all you want is the basics: a little wine, a nice cheddar, some really good bread. Even if you're not eating all three in one sitting, sometimes you just want something simple that tastes good. You don't want the 59-grain crunchy bread or the loaf on the shelf that hurls twigs at you. Sometimes, all you want is this:
Homemade white bread. Freshly made bread from your own kitchen, made with only flour, yeast, water, a little molasses or honey to tease the yeast awake, nothing more, nothing less. Baked just right and toasted, served with luxuriously creamy butter and maybe a bit of jam or marmalade. It's a slow process, one not meant to be rushed, but the results are ever so worth it. Deeply satisfying with a remarkable taste and texture unlike anything you can find shrouded in plastic at the stores it taps something deep within. Maybe I'm waxing a little too, I don't know, weird, but there is something truly incredible about creating something so simple yet utterly amazing. And whilst it may not be brown and spiked with bran and oats and germ, it is good for you. It's homemade, with nothing artificial, and it was made with care and, at least in my kitchen anyway, a large pinch of magic. It truly is something to be eaten and enjoyed and, at the end of the day, you'll feel good for having had it.