Baking is calming. Soothing. Taking flour, water, yeast and salt and making something edible from just these basic elements. It can feel like some sort of alchemy is being practiced. Eating some bread that you have just made… it can sound overdramatic but it is a magical feeling. Despite all of my efforts, I cannot claim to have had this feeling often. It is good to keep trying. A nice distraction from some of the other things in life. Winter I cannot claim to be a passionate baker. Far from it. It seems that winter brings the baker out in me. Well, the guy trying to be a baker. Especially…