Almost nothing beats the smell of freshly baked French Bread. If you’re like me, you cut a slab off of the still warm loaf, cover it with a pat of butter, and watch the butter melt into the bread. Oh my – just like Paris! Well, that’s what I did recently with my Mom when she came up to Seattle on a visit from Florida. In this blog post, I’d like to share with you my experience making French bread.