There is something so fundamental and grounding about the process of making bread.
Such a simple transformation wrought by the combination of flour, water, salt and yeast - and perhaps a few other ingredients if you are in the mood to change things up.
Simple and complex at the same time.
My word generator is running a little short of fuel tonight.
These loaves fit in perfectly to my Sunday morning baking. They behaved as they ought - if only more things in my life were so accommodating...
The addition of honey and malt syrup added a depth that said "Hey, I'm not just a loaf of wheat bread - I have personality". What's not to love about bread with personality? (Yes, my food talks to me. That's normal, right?)