Get it? French for bread – pain. Rick’s been making loaves in the bread machine (finally using that flour in the pantry). Jim and I have been following our friend Pauline’s recipe for easy bagel knock-offs with lots of coarse salt on top. Turns them into a big pretzel-bagel cross. Then there was that jar of old bran buds, so yesterday we made muffins. We’ve been delivering to my parents. But nothing compares with the sourdough our friends Leon and Darlene just gifted us. This was almost too pretty to eat…but trust me, we did. There must be some psychological study underway about baking during a crisis. Maybe it’s all about the family and friends who give it to one another. That’s comfort food.