Bread.

It’s such a loaded word in my house and in my family’s lives, and it has so many definitions: Comfort, Happiness, What I Used to Eat, What I Can’t Eat Anymore…

When Isaiah was first diagnosed with gluten intolerance, this is the first food he lost that really mattered. And it was one of the first foods I tried to replicate. I had successfully made other types of bread-like doughs: rolls, waffle bread, pizza, baguettes. But never a loaf of sandwich bread, which is what Isaiah wanted—and needed—for school lunch. After many failures, I had given up…until now.