Head Space Daily Words...

Yesterday’s post indirectly concerned the humble beard. Shuffle the letters of that immortal word and you have bread. When we go camping in France each year, we buy fresh bread daily. Buying freshly baked bread everyday seems to be the done thing in France. People happily wander around with a baguette about their person. In Britain we are reliant on the mass produced sliced loaf which began to sweep the nation in the 1960s, when the Chorley Wood method of bread production was introduced. The desire for convenience and uniformly sliced bread put paid to the local bakery, as supermarkets began to take over the task of bread peddling. It also put paid to the authentic taste of bread as we began to eat homogenous squidgy loaves. When the Lord’s Prayer says “give us this day our daily bread,” the big bearded fella in the sky surely didn’t have long life loaves of Sunblest and Mothers Pride in mind. Off we go, scouring shelves, hunting for bread with the latest sell by date, knowing it will last a couple of days beyond what it says and even longer if toasted, before the mould kicks in. It may be easier said than done but would it be so hard to buy our bread fresh every day, or every couple of days from the local baker's? Not only will we be getting hold of delicious bread, we will be backing local business. Support your local bakery…