I love a campfire. Perhaps it’s the crackling and popping sounds or the smell of burning cedar. Maybe it’s the way the immediate area is filled with an amber glow casting shadows into the surrounding darkness. The feel of the warmth that breaks the chill after sunset. All of it is a gift to me. Yet, if my senses are to thoroughly enjoy all of this, the wood must be wholly consumed. It is the same with bread. The amazing aroma that fills the house while it is baking. The steam that......