In the most derelict part of the old barn where we keep our firewood, there's a great big stone and brick oven where the weekly baking for the whole neighborhood used to take place. It would take hours for the wood fire to heat up the oven to the right temperature, ready for baking bread, pizza, focaccia, cakes: all baked in a batch.
I'm posting on "Batch Baking", over at the co-op today.


