Recently, I've become hyper-vigilant about the ingredients in my food. Since Lustig struck a panic in me, I've been suspicious of everything I eat. The most recent development? My favorite whole wheat sandwich bread is not as innocent as it looks. I love the 90 calorie serving size, but I looked closer at the ingredient list and I'm pretty sure at least a quarter of those things listed are preservatives. Conclusion: nope; I'm out.
More specifically, I'm baking my own bread from here on out. There's something to be said for making everything from scratch: you know what's in your food.
There are a lot of reasons to bake my own bread, and not really any reasons not to. Andrew's parents gave us a bread machine a couple years ago so there is literally no work on my part, unless you count scooping the ingredients into the baking bucket and pushing a button. I just have to be willing to wait 5 hours for the magic to take place.
It's just one more step in my journey to living healthier.
Good for you! While I don't bake my own bread, I only buy local organic bread. Good luck!
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