"While traveling I started longing for a simple, freshly baked loaf from Clear Flour Bread in Brookline, a place my friend Marian raved about years ago. I tore into the French baguette moments after I snapped a picture; the yeasty aroma puffed up and lingered mid-air. The baguette was so crusty that biting into it made crackly sounds as I savored the undressed bread in my car. The interior was perfectly soft-yet-chewy and the exterior shattered and left breadcrumbs all over my shirt (what a happy mess!). Now that spring is here, this is my friendly reminder to go picnic with some good bread, wine, and cheese." - Erika Adams