crusty bread

I was probably a teenager the last time I made my own bread. Today, I made this crusty loaf to go with hubbo’s borscht. Looks nice, doesn’t it?Little Miss thought it was great. At least, she thought it was much better than the harira I tried to feed her. I thought it tasted like what it is: flour and water. It needed something more. Sugar, rising time, baking time. We ate it, but it wasn’t quite right. The quest for a good one loaf bread continues.