Here young Parisian apprentices, some wearing their gold and silver medals around their necks with pride, demonstrated their skills in bread making, from kneading to lovingly rolling the bread dough into thin sticks or coils to create an elegant design before baking. Look at some of these.
I really loved the variety of bread on offer in Paris, the subtle differences in flavour, the texture and presentation. I understand when some people say they would be ‘more than happy to live of bread and cheese’, if bread and cheese was this good here. I would be a content person. But there are barely any decent independent bakers here, those that are you have to make a special journey into the city and how often is that likely to happen, when you have other things going on in your life.
Although I am competent in the art of ‘basic’ bread making, it is something I easily lose patience with. I have to be in the right frame of mind to make bread from scratch, the kneading and all that waiting around for the dough to rise. Because of my impatience to make bread at home and my dislike for supermarket bread, I made a compromise, I got a breadmaker.