If there’s one type of food I can’t resist, it’s fresh bakery bread. I used to split a loaf of sourdough from a local bakery with a colleague every week. It was a perfect arrangement; I’d pick up the loaf on Monday morning, and she’d pay me back for her half. I kept my half in the office for making sandwiches and late breakfasts, and I never had more than I could eat before it went stale.  Years later, after moving in with my now-husband, I decided I wanted to start baking my own bread. With two people to eat…