tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787762088895101828.post6296534130734705755..comments2012-01-10T14:30:23.460-05:00Bob delGrossohttps://profiles.google.com/117901925720508264226noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787762088895101828.post-30124236832139752332012-01-10T14:30:23.460-05:002012-01-10T14:30:23.460-05:00Bob, I am feeling the exact same way...I have to find my voice again and my appetite - but bread; who doesn't love bread? My son was working for a well known Baker here called Wawell and the chef used to let him knead the dough (he was in the accounting end) which he thought was such an extremely sensual feeling: he loved the kneading of the soft dough...this is a son who has no interest in the cooking side of things yet would go early to work if they had bread to knead he loved it so much.Natalie Szternhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01593707102079393839noreply@blogger.com