I’ve had some trouble growing ears. Not that two isn’t enough. Scoring my bread and watching the dough spring up in the oven is a real joy, but recently I haven’t been getting a good defined ear. Last weekend I…
I’ve had some trouble growing ears. Not that two isn’t enough. Scoring my bread and watching the dough spring up in the oven is a real joy, but recently I haven’t been getting a good defined ear. Last weekend I…
Here’s some real craftsmanship. Let me set the scene. December 17, 1957. There’s snow on the ground, Christmas shoppers are flowing in and out of Macy’s, Gimbal’s, and the sidewalks of Manhattan are humming. Jammed in a small booth…