


You know I have made bread before, right? Would you believe me if I told you that I have never really tried to make French Baguette, my most favorite bread of all?
It must be fear: fear from knowing what a really good baguette should taste like. I have been spoiled by having real fresh-out-of-the-oven baguette in France. It's warm, and crusty on the outside, and soft and spongy on the inside. There is just enough salt to mix with the naturally sweetness of the flour. I fear that nothing can compare.
I am still searching for a bakery in this new city that will come even somewhat close to what I am looking for. So far, no luck. There are some bakeries here...but I am afraid they have not shown me a winner. I am also afraid that most people here are fine with the chain stores, the sliced bread, the bake-your-own-for-ten-minutes-dough. I miss Iggy's of Cambridge, or Gayle's of Capitola.
Well, I am on a mission to make my own then. It's a good challenge. I have gotten whole-wheat bread down. Easy peasy. Now it's the supposedly easy french baguette that I have to master.
First attempt... not the best. The crust was good. Flavor not bad. The inside though? Total disappointment. Even the kids said it didn't taste like a baguette. We hypothesized about what could be different. More yeast? More time to rise? Different flour? Higher heat? We will see. I am not going to give up just yet.





