BAKING MEMORIES
When I was a wee bairn living in Queens, my great-aunt Katie lived in Flatbush, and not far from her was a baker that made excellent semolina bread. Aunt Katie is in a home now, and I have no idea if that baker’s still around, but I still remember the bread, and I still have a soft spot for semolina bread. Since I have all this sourdough starter lying around, I figured I’d try my hand at it. Continue reading “Semolina Sourdough”