Thanks, Jeff Hertzberg! Thanks, Zoe Francois! Thanks, people at the bookstore in Minneapolis that I can’t remember the name of!
My bread book came today! I’ve actually been looking for it in bookstores in Lincoln, but they never had it. You may recall that Jeff (we’re on a first-name basis now) said that he’d sign my book if I was at the bookstore in Minneapolis a couple of Saturdays ago. Well, being stuck in Nebraska but desperately wanting an autographed copy, I called the bookstore to see if they could help out. Magers and Quinn – that’s the name. They were most accommodating, and took care of the whole shebang.
I’m eager to read through it tonight, but we’ll have to see how many recipes I actually try. It’s just Lloyd and me around here, and he’s getting a little tired of being served bread every single night. (Not me, man. I’ve had a couple of nights where all I eat for dinner is bread. I announce, “I’m eating bread ’til I puke. You’re on your own.”) When I make loaves of the regular recipe, they’re really only as big as a large dinner roll.
The very best part of this whole process is that I got to request what he’d write. Thanks, Jeff! (How do I frame an open book to hang on the wall?)