Yesterday afternoon Tage was sitting at the table building a “super-fast talking car” from Legos while I kneaded a batch of bread dough then set it aside to rise.  As I covered the dough with a dishtowel, he asked, “Why are you making bread?” “Because we’re out of bread,” I answered, “and I thought we… Read More Yes, but does it come with smug self-satisfaction in every bite?