Wandering back home by way of Porter Square today, I stopped off at Porter Square Books and discovered the paperback edition of Beth Hensperger’s The Bread Bible. Taz owned the hardcover edition, and I fell in love with it when he and I were roomies. Having to let it go when he moved back to Indiana almost made me cry.
But now I have my own copy. And that makes me happy.
As it happens, I also happened to have a half-dozen very soppy bananas, a stand mixer, and all of the ingredients needed to whip up some of her banana bread, which is the yummiest thing ever. (For those of you who have a copy of the book, it’s page 316. I discovered that the pagination stayed the same in the paperback edition, which is great, because it means that I can quickly find all of the things that I know I like. Taz, it’s the page that has dried banana all over it in your copy.)
So I’m now the proud owner of two loaves of bread, which is very tasty. Had the first couple of slices off of the hot loaf, with vanilla ice cream. It’s like bananas foster, without the rum but just as good. The rest of it is going to be wrapped in tin foil, refridgerated, and eaten for many meals over the next couple of days.
Or the next day. We’ll see how hungry I get.