My mom lives in the San Francisco Bay Area and I live in Connecticut, but we talk on the phone all the time. This is how our conversations have gone as of late:
Mom: Hi, hon.
Me: Hi.
Mom: What did you do today?
Me: Made bread.
Or sometimes they go:
Mom: Hi.
Me: Let me call you back, I’m covered in dough!
Or :
Mom: Let me guess what you did today. Made bread? What kind was it?
You guessed it, I’m up to my eyeballs in breads; but it’s for a pretty good reason. I’m working on another cookbook, entitled United States of Breads. For those readers that have my first cookbook, United States of Pie, this book will be like my first—a celebration of regional, historical recipes from around the country.
I have scoured libraries, vintage cookbooks, newspaper clippings, and food-splattered memorabilia from across the nation in search of homey, satisfying, unique, and delicious bread recipes to bring [...]
